Tag Archives: creativity

Bitte

Standard

When will you be back?
why what do i feel
this is not even,
you are not even real,
yellow transposed by blue,
whit eon black,
your style is a
hue.
your pastel loneliness,
i wish u were a girl,
oh how i wish
you were a tall lovely
girl,
not u.
When will you be back?

when i was in thekitchenandi
told you all about you,
on my mind,
all the time
i was crying and your smile seemed
dismembered,
still trying so damn hard to hold onto a
joke.

spilling ink onto you,
onto the frame onto the picture,
filled with the epitome of
self
expression;
do u want me,
or are u just too scared?

piled up upon,
i do not even think you are
substantial,
i kno this for a fact,
but u r there.

air between your bones,
your teeth,
your ribs and scull,
and nothing in between the in between the air,
but more nothingness
that i want to extract something
from.

bitte
bitte
bitte
bitte
i will bitte for you, please and
thank for you,
piss and pray for you,
bitte and claw my way toward nothing and you
and some thing we call a minor third means destined fool
a cold perhaps kiss?
too late,
too much anyway
(bitte).

Copyright 2017 Golden Star Poetry 2017

Advertisements

void of inspiration

Standard

having some minor writer’s block. hope you enjoy this semi-interesting attempt at a play script…
And its pretty unoriginal, but who cares?

a typewriter shop storefront.

Enter LORAINE, a short petite girl, who is a studious college student , wearing glasses, collard shirt, and a plaid skirt. LORAINE looks at the sign that says “hours of operation”. Enter WALLACE, a scruffy man in his mid- forties with a belly, a beard , and a good sense of humor.

LORAINE: huh. the store hours are eight to seven. Wait, they close at SEVEN?

WALLACE: it’s just a typewriter store, and nobody buys them. you’re going to be the first customer they’ve had in ages. I’m sure it won’t take you all day to find the one. I mean, it’s only mid afternoon….

LORAINE:but I have to speak to the manager for a few hours! I’m working on something called “save the store” and it’s going to be a research paper about dying businesses in the larger Detroit area!

WALLACE: listen, doll, ALL the businesses in Detroit are dying businesses!

LORAINE: but I have to write my term paper on something!

WALLACE: write about me. I’m a dying man.

LORAINE: no, just a lonesome one. And I’m not making a novel, just trying to live through college. Hold this (hands him her sweater).

WALLACE: Listen Loraine, you have enough experience already. Just write about something more interesting. There is plenty to write about, believe me!

LORAINE: I can use you for inspiration, maybe…

WALLACE: how?

LORAINE: well, huh, let’s see…bingo! I can write about the impact that computers have on the tissue that covers the retina of our eyes!

WALLACE: and you came up with this just from looking at me.

LORAINE: if it worked last time, why shouldn’t it work this time?

WALLACE: that’s true. I have saved your butt quite a few times, now that I think about it….

LORAINE: well there. ya see?

WALLACE: huh. yeah….you know you’re dress is just fantastic?

LORAINE: oh, lay off!

WALLACE: (smiles) whatever you say, Loraine, whatever you say.

LORAINE starts to walk off stage right.

LORAINE: I’l have to meet you again next time, maybe soon…

WALLACE: fine, just do me a favor. next time, no typewriter stores, okay?

LORAINE: fine.

LORAINE exits stage right .WALLACE exits stage left. He turns around and waves her sweater in the air.

WALLACE: HEY, LORAINE! HEY KID! HEY, YOU FORGOT THIS!

WALLACE looks down at the sweater, sighs and exits stage left.