By
Phil Morrell
I have edited my own writing so that I don't freak out the Tripod sensors. Also I'm not a poet this is just ramblings from old sketch books.
WOMAN ………from my sketch book 1983 in prep for a series called “Paintings about Paintings”
I know you
I’ve always known you
You’re the one who came to me too quell my lust
You’re the one who betrayed my trust
You’re the one who nurtures
You’re the mystery of life and at once the answer
Woman
You’re the little girl I love
The whore that beckons
You’re my sister
You’re my lover
You are my fears and my strengths
You are my inspiration
Woman God bless Woman
FADE IN…….Music intro man sitting on side of bed holding his head
Wake the sleeping monster it isn’t very deep I want to party hardy and I just cant stop the beat look at here look at there the monster is alive and well…………
The music was blearing, was it real or was it in my head………She reached over to me and rubbed my back. Is she real? Do I care? Its time to get up…she moaned!
Ah shit another day. I went back to her worm body. God I just want to crawl into her and stay. I did for a wile.
All the while the song keeps playing
louder
more intense
frantic
throbbing
probing
Then, “the explosion,” ecstasy. For a wile at least all is well.
I finally put on my clothes. I’ve gotta go. Go where. Who the Fu*k am I kidding.
I’m on the street amongst the herd, a crowded mass of unfulfilled desires, crashing turning, honking yelling. I’ve got to sell a painting!
CUT TO BLACK
Intro POV large office building
Well here goes nothing. An appointment with the devil, 13th floor of the rest of my life. Sol Munn my dealer, a good man really, a survivor of the holocaust, shrewd businessman. But I’m on the wrong side of the bargaining table.
So what do you have for me today he said, as he held a cigarette in his hand in that funny way that I thought only SS officers did. Well I have this new painting……..I unfurled the canvas on the floor.
Well its strong and well composed but difficult to sell, as you know because of the content. Translation, " same old $100 bucks." We took a long look………into the work.
Quick cut front of same office building POV…hard driving rock in roll music
Wake the sleeping monster it isn’t very deep I want to party hardy and I just cant stop the beat look at here look at there the monster is alive and well…….you say you want some action that no one can provide….well step right up and kick right back cause were goin on a ride……….
HEY get out of the way! Yuck what a smell! F**ken bum get outta here. I wondered what all the commotion was about. People milling all over the place. They all seem to be looking at the window. I looked too. No wonder, as I approached the stench grew more foul. Finally I seen the object of disgust. A tattered old man, a reflection in the glass, I got closer, he got closer. I looked into his eyes, deep burning sorrowful. I knew that feeling. I reached out to hand him a quarter. He reached out at the same time.
In an instant the horror struck, the retched old man was ME………
Fade to black credits end of music
Wake the sleeping monster it isn’t very deep I want to party hardy and I just cant stop the beat look at here look at there the monster is alive and well…….you say you want some action that no one can provide….well step right up and kick right back cause were goin on a ride………when all is done and you’ve come back……..you’re gonna pay the devil his dues…….
FIDO’s FOLLIES
WOOF… there’s a leg I
want to hump it…….
A clean leg…good
smelling….Ohhhhhhhh…Ahhhh
WOOF there’s another
leg………be real cool, just go reeaalllll sloooww……
Ah got ME some Real leg
now baby WOOF…gotta hump it……
Damn…. shook me off…
WOOF…
Look at that one….soft cream and honey flesh….SMELL that crotch...
soft hot.....
WOOF….I’ve got it
…….
Give me that leg…I’m
gona hump it…..
And don’t kick me off
when I jump it...
WOOF…..
I’m a Dog don’t you
know…
And a dogs gotta do what
a dogs got to do.
WOOF…
There’s a leg I want to hump it…….
