my daily routine.
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I wake up..
and
snort
a line of verse,
(enough
to
ease the word-shakes.)
wonderin
if
i'm blessed or cursed.
(thoughts creating
earthquakes.)
love
watches timidly from
across
the dimlit room.
(never speaking)
as
i
soon devolve to
a
state
of Gloom.
(heart within me
tweaking.)
when
is
enough enough to
satisfy?
will it ever
be
complete?
I shall
be a poet
till
i
DIE!
(and
long after probably.)
Act1 Scene 1. (St. Stephen.)
Ext. Outside of The Bus Station.
(Stephen is sitting on a bench. With
a cigarette dangling from his lip.
He wears a black trench coat out of season for the summer day, and has a five day beard, and overall unkempt appearance.
Looking around to ensure nobody is
watching him, He oops two
nondescript white pills in his mouth,
crunches them once, and washes them
down with a shot from the flask he pulls
feom his coat pocket. Then coughs in a ragged bark for a moment before hawking, and spitting onto the concrete.
A pretty woman passing by looks at him in
disgust and mutters "ew.. gross." and
increases her speed .
Grinning , Stephen looms appreciatively
at her backside as she walks past.
Shortly after , Josh's shadow appears next
to him and they begin their dialogue.)
Josh:
Her face was a tragedy
in denial;
With
Gasoline Scented
Tears
On a Bon-Fire Smile.
And
I remain that restless
fool.
(Who's loved her for a
while )
Memories dance with
broken legs
across the dirt floor of
My Head.
As angels in the alley
Beg!
(For old gods to make them
Dead.)
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