A remix with thanks to Chuck Mee, Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy & Cheyenne Mize

Sometimes
I drive past your house
your apartment
the park where we went on walks
the bench where we sat
a tree
pockets
of fresh air
and breath deep.

I haven’t washed the pillowcase
or the sheets
since you left
and I wont.

This is how I survive.

And I remember the time
we were finishing our lunch in a garden
on a hill above Lyons.
It was in June or July and hot
and someone suggested that we take off all our clothes
and jump into the pond.

I could hear Andre saying
his girlfriend would be with us in just a minute
but his voice sounded muffled
through the shirt I already had over my head
and then,
in the end,
no one went in the water.

Andre fucked me first
slowly
and calmly
which was his way.
And then Paco came and took his place.

you say
‘the days are so long’
as the sun sets

we drove
thousands of miles
to get where we are

hold on
to both of my hands
as the sun sets

The sun collided with the moon today
I saw sparks land
on the horizon
somewhere over Idaho
forests burning on the mountain sides
cast shadows across my bed.

Mountains drift
and clouds take root.
The rain is coming.

The streets are open and empty *
sidewalks cracked and lonely
walking home in every direction
past Vine and Race and Williams street
where lamps cast shadows into trees.

Lights fade
Shadows fall
Stars are dying
Faster than I can count

At the pub on thursday
throwing darts into sand
you drink your whiskey with a straw
and hope to hell
the shadows will wash you away.

Mountains drift
and clouds take root.
The rain is coming.

A play in five parts. A de/re-construction of the mass. An undermining from within. A collaboration. First compiled and performed by vicious trap in March 2010. Some things were borrowed from: 9/11 Commission Report, Battlestar Galactica, The Bhagavad Gita, Sir Thomas Browne, Lenny Bruce, fjords.com, The Frames, Adolf Hitler, isoglossia.com, Dr. Theodore John Kaczynski, Groucho Marx, Meat Beat Manifesto, John Milton, Modest Mouse, George Orwell, Papa M, Vanessa Place, Pythagoras, The Staple Singers, The Temptations and William Butler Yeats. Other words were written by Dan Eisenstat, Aaron Liechty, Eric Meyer, Julie Rada and Nadia Waggener.

01 OBEDIENCE TO AUTHORITY

a pristine set
everything in white
a sterile science lab
a bathtub
a repeating tone

throughout,
the words are spoken
by actors
in the ‘choir’
lit with scripts and lecterns
as the action plays out in front

black
 silence

a hum grows
feedback
the tone returns
repeating
there is a voice:

and then we separated the inside of our houses
from the outside of our houses
we all know the dust cannot be swept from the dirt floor
we all know the bacteria cannot be scrubbed from our bodies
from our skin
from our selves
and wash it down the drain
down the hole

down the mighty mississipp

the muddy
the ganges
down the san andreas
to the center of the earth
the universe
the veins

in my eye

wrong

this ain’t grace
this all fucked
this old thing

wrong

wash me down
wash me down
wash me down

a harsh light
a silhouette
blood on a lab coat
washing hands

and from within him stir
the hell within him
for within him hell

a pause

please continue

the washing continues
it becomes jagged and stylized
a repetition of itself
the hum is feedback
there is a scream from all directions
the washing stops
so do the screams
and all sounds
the silence is deafening

I can kill you but instead I hold you tight

the silhouette becomes limp

the trash requires that you continue
the trash requires trash
 continue

washing / sporadic
screams when the hands are in water
stops
has the water become blood?

it is absolutely essential that you continue
it is absolutely essential
 continue

the washing is frantic
the screams are frantic
full body

it is only a job
the job requires it
the job
there is a speck
cut
dissect
a speck of dust
cut
on your father
cut
in your shadows and up your ass the contamination
the cut
cut out
you have no choice
dissect contamination
it is only right
it is just
you have no other choice
you must go on

soaked
the body collapses
as do the screams
and the feedback

I’ve never dripped in punishment
quite
like
 this

02 LADY GAGA: PRIEST

01 A Few of My favorite Things

NED:
tinsel. candy. teddy. kitten. train. truck. socks. suckers. a watch. marbles. iPod…

etc

…socks again. more toys and tinsel and candy. baseball cards. barbie. ken…

AK47. Happy Goddamn Holidays. Get Your Goddamn War On.

lights reveal santa
dead
and ned going through his sack.

02 The Fuzz

sirens.
lights.
dead santa.
 cops.

A:
 goddamn.

B:
 another?

is there an indigent scavenging loose change off the body? if so:

A:
scram. shoo. off.

in any case:

bastards got a black heart.

B:
someone’s getting coal this year.

they drag him off

03 Sand Niggers

santas
50-100.
more than three.
divide the lines as necessary.
the war room.
maps and action figures.
these things are said:

niggers
spics
fags
kikes
dykes
jews
anti-fucking semites
SAND niggers
towel heads
gay fucking liberals
godless tree-huggers
red skin savages
ted kennedy

pause