Post by Addy A on Nov 21, 2019 17:16:55 GMT -5
[It is dark, it is black yet a voice can be heard talking on the whisper of the wind.]
[Only the wind blows, the sounds of tree branches hauntingly scratch at glass unseen.]
[The scuffling sound of feet can be heard but not seen as the sound of rain on a tin roof begins to echo through the darkness.]
[The winds stops the rain does not. A flash of lightning briefly illuminates Flop standing naked in an empty room. He is dirty not clean, but the substance making him dirty does cannot be identified by the brief flash of light.]
Flop:
Sometimes I like to look into the mirror until the man in the mirror is not me
Doesn't work though
Always the same reflection
Not even when I walk away
And quickly turn back
Never different man
Could come back the next day
And still the same man looking at me
Spooky
But I say the mirror never changes
Because I never change
And this week on metal
In the ring of violence
I am looking in strange mirror
Black Mirror almost
I look at Ultimate Destroyer
Saw him in the mirror week of last
And Road Dawg saw him in the back of the mirror
Week of last
And I look next to me
I see Alex Scott
He came out of the mirror
from the week before the week of last
I am confused
Mirror Broken?
Mirror repaired?
Am I Alice Through the Looking Glass
I don't know.
Am I Dorian Gray
Doomed to watch my beauty turn
and twist in the monster that I become
Or the Monster that I am
Song of the Siren
Curse of the Black Spot
Could be worse.
You could look through the porthole
And not see Flop
But be cursed by Madame Kovarian
Silence!
Sometimes I like to look into the mirror until the man in the mirror is not me
Doesn't work though
Always the same reflection
Not even when I walk away
And quickly turn back
Never different man
Could come back the next day
And still the same man looking at me
Spooky
But I say the mirror never changes
Because I never change
And this week on metal
In the ring of violence
I am looking in strange mirror
Black Mirror almost
I look at Ultimate Destroyer
Saw him in the mirror week of last
And Road Dawg saw him in the back of the mirror
Week of last
And I look next to me
I see Alex Scott
He came out of the mirror
from the week before the week of last
I am confused
Mirror Broken?
Mirror repaired?
Am I Alice Through the Looking Glass
I don't know.
Am I Dorian Gray
Doomed to watch my beauty turn
and twist in the monster that I become
Or the Monster that I am
Song of the Siren
Curse of the Black Spot
Could be worse.
You could look through the porthole
And not see Flop
But be cursed by Madame Kovarian
Silence!
[Only the wind blows, the sounds of tree branches hauntingly scratch at glass unseen.]
Flop:
I have played the game with man who Destroys
We played chess and bet on dog fights
We found that the chess board is trap
And the small dog with the big heart
In bigger than the big dog with a small heart
A strong heart beats it pumps blood
Works faster when the adrenaline runs
A weak heart in struggles
It palpitates
Abnormal
Irregular beat
Under too much pressure
When the Big Dog gets scared by strong dog
Bad Dog
When the heart it stops.
It quits
Just gives up
One man bigger than rest
Ultimate Destroyer
But his heart
Smaller than the rest
Beat
Stop!
[The scuffling sound of feet can be heard but not seen as the sound of rain on a tin roof begins to echo through the darkness.]
Flop:
Road Dawg
The Man on the Motorcycle
The Fastest Indian
Friends with Marlboro Man
On a long and lonesome highway
East of Omaha
You can listen to the engine
moanin' out his one note song
You can think about the woman
or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wandering
the way they always do
When you're ridin' sixteen hours
and there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin',
you just wish the trip was through
Sorry that was Bob Seger
I like that song - never the travesty cover by Metallica
Shove Metal Up Your Ass
But where do you lay your head
On bed of stone
How do you feel
The controller without control
A fallen idol
A false god
Lurking behind the shadows of the destroyer
Tough but not the toughest
Strong but not the strongest
That's what you are
And no matter how you lay the wheels of destruction on the highway
But you ride on two wheels
I ride on eighteen
Something has to give and it would be me
Bring the hog
I'll bring Patrick Swayze and his Black Dog
No rules when you play the game I play
No game of chess
No dog fight
Just a dirty fight
It will end
when you stay down
Knockout!
[The scuffling has stopped. The wind allows its haunting howls to grow in volume as the beating of rain grows intensity against the tin roof.]
Flop:
Enemy
Friend
I commend you
On your golden success
But the Golden Compass
turns from North to South
East to West
No Armored polar bears to ride on this wondrous quest
But can I trust you
Should I trust you
Or will fighting with you
be like leaning in on a cactus
Stabbed in the back?
Questions I do not know
Answers I will find
So I must turn to a friend of mine
My friend
Her Name
Is Sylvia Plath
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful ‚
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
Am can't claim such beautiful words Alex
But it does not matter
When we came be united
Two sides; One Mirror
Not a one way mirror
Dirty eyes
Friends for one night
Beyond that
No Lies
Am can't claim such beautiful words Alex
But it does not matter
When we came be united
Two sides; One Mirror
Not a one way mirror
Dirty eyes
Friends for one night
Beyond that
No Lies
[The winds stops the rain does not. A flash of lightning briefly illuminates Flop standing naked in an empty room. He is dirty not clean, but the substance making him dirty does cannot be identified by the brief flash of light.]
Flop:
So I will prevail
Or I will not
So we will prevail
Or we will not
So we will prevail
Or we will not
I like you Alex Scott
You have a Gift
Use it
Be with me
Be a roadblock in the path of Destruction
Be a roadblock in the path of Destruction
[The rain stops and everything falls deathly silent, except for the shallow breathing of the unseen Flop.]
