in
rows, it rose
4
actors-
2
speaking (with much poetry)
2
doing viewpoints
Viewpoints
objectives: jump together, 3 repeated vignettes, laugh
Female
Poet: why the ugly, she screamed
Male
Poet: frenzy collateral corrupted softly yet surely... he coaxed and
coaxed and coaxed
FP:
she sat unafraid, she sat with distinction
MP:
he knew she'd earned it
FP:
SHOT DOWN
MP:
SPIKED
FP:
booby trapped
MP:
cornered
FP:
spatially contextual
MP:
free from freedom
FP:
SHOT DOWN
MP:
SPIKED
FP:
she spliced
MP:
he cried he cried he cried
FP:
slam dunk, mmmmmk
MP:
clarity, uh huuuuuh
FP:
spotted explanations
MP:
lovin it lovin it lovin it
FP:
wrangled as delusion as connection turned sideways turned and altered
and altered again shame dripping with denial, sleep trickling slowly
towards escapable
MP:
keys turn, clicks click
FP:
she listened and he
MP:
just cried
FP:
stabbed with delusion
MP:
a festering infection of misunderstandings
FP:
another time
MP/FP:
he/she said
MP:
another time
FP/MP:
she/he said
FP:
it's been a while
MP:
track has been kept
FP:
why the ugly she screamed
MP:
on a better answer sat his ego long altered
FP:
she just screamed
MP:
he just, he just
FP:
the change fell intentionally
MP:
oh I bet, he said
FP:
eyes were shifting
MP:
long pauses danced delicately portholes opened through ongoing
potential they saw each other's eyes drenched with it
FP:
she'd hoped that wasn't too common
MP:
he didn't know what to do about it
FP:
she never knew
MP:
he never knew
FP:
circling
MP:
cycling
FP:
cylindrical
MP:
simplistic
FP:
she screamed for simplicity
MP:
he'd stopped crying, but he just blinked