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

you gird their loins
i have made you a fortified city
a pillar of iron
a wall of brass
i am with you to deliver you

you slime their loins
i have made you a fortified vitamin
a phallus of iron
a wall of ass
i am with you to impale you

from my mother’s womb
you are my strength

from my mother’s cunt
you are my sloth

i speak in human and angelic tongues
i tongue in human and angelic thighs
i am a resounding gong
git it on
bang a gong
git it on
if i may hand my body over so that i may boast
if i hand my body over hand over hand
if i don’t have love, i gain nothing
nothing puncture, nothing gained
love does not brood over injury
love does not blood over kissery
or rejoice over wrongdoing

when i became a man
said a young woman
i shall know fully just as i am fully known

he’s gay

the sky was closed for three and a half years

the sky was closed

lepers in Israel

you are no longer strangers and aliens

working for the evil one

assembled as the living body of Christina

unclean spirits
mineral spirits

the spirit and the bride say come. come.
the feast in which your throat is blessed with a candle

it was a hat box of sorts and they all just paraded around in it like they owned the place
they paraded like easter hats and sunrise services
the paraded like broken flower stems and crowds of rabid dogs
and the box
more ribbon and flimsy shadow-board, cardboard shadows than anything.

but you couldn’t see through it.

her slip however…

her slip however aptly named for the slip it shifts over the rounds of her buttocks
legs ajar
wide open lips
and round roundness

it was perched on the box
little talon feet
little expectations

grasping at stars and glitter ribbon rinds

she looked more like a virgin than she did the day she was impaled by the angel

but under her rounds her rounds
and the way she carried
high like a boy

squawked the one on top

must be a boy

must be the one

typical

of easter to be full of pregnant pause

he died on the cross the same day he was conceived 66 equinoxes before

last orgasm why hast thou forsaken mom

well gods will be gods

an utterance a last breath before being consumed into the tomb of the earth

and sealed there there

there’s a procession of doves in your rafters -an army of pecks -a liturgy of squawks and up in the cobwebs -a broken wing -an army of god -cobwebs and tongues and elbows, angels and lips

sucked in/devoured sin-sensical drifting like dust on the sunbeams (PAINted glass) -lamb of god -leg of mutton -leg of lepers and no-fair seeing

this ain’t grace
this all fucked
this old thing

a procession
-of broken
-of cattle
-of flock
-of orgasm shrieks
and beat/red bottoms

(i’ve never dripped in punishments quite…like…this).

there’s a speck of dust on your father
in your shadows and up your ass
and
there’s a procession of doves in your rafters

today
crushed into the folds of my cunt
are three slips of paper
one with your name (of course)
one with mine
and one with the name of my god
the one with your name was written with my blood
the one with my god was folded neatly and then twisted and thrust
forced open by the fingers of the divine
held open there by my own
fucked softly by the fingers of the divine
held open-hearted with my own thin hands
the one with my name was written in invisible ink
and dropped into my own development
before i sat on it and it slipped

so here i am full
so full
fucked into constancy
it’s the little dirty secret behind my smirk
that i am always pulled open
sipping tea
waiting on people
buying groceries
talking to you
erotic and uncomfortable and full
with you with me with the name of my god
cleaning my house
returning calls
with you and with me and with the name of my god
meditating
driving
writhing
walking to meet friends
with you
with me

so here i am full with burning
with three slips of paper dripping out of me
and you can’t fathom what i know
what i know
here i am full
and you can’t fathom what i know
sipping so full
waiting with writhing
walking with burning
sipping so full

today i crave

today i crave heavy darkness and cool mint tea

today i crave heavy darkness unsalted
and cool mint tea

cool mint tea unsweetened and spaghetti thoughts of you
thoughts of you bending through my psyche and under my skin
warm vascular you warm my interior surfaces
the planes of my body
ablaze with your drunken desires
defeat those fireworks baby
they just crackle like you
like you like your fingertips
twisting at my elbows my hips my recesses
you pound into me the beat
of pulsating balance
of anxiety
of meat and potatoes
cold beer and hot sex
you know how to do it

all over the litter on the floor
the lowest plate on my back
bruised from you squishing
screwing your fingers
into my deepest recess
rightie tightie
left alone you unloosen me
now fucked out and careless
panties smeared with your taste
the sunlight is hotter
the sweet tease of the trees fresher

today i crave the way the radio is more true
my quiet meditations more wholly
more utterly fearlessly
humbled
i put my face to the ground
my butter in the heavens

melting like butter
she drops her graces onto me
mercies onto my bruise
this has so much to do with you
and yet last spring and this autumn it had everything to do with me
i know that
so you
and me
we’re riding sidesaddle through the boxes of the days to October’s first dawn
it’s then that on the overlook
on the precipice as you say
in the drizzle of careless yesterdays
we may share on full real deal kiss on liponmylips
that smacks of November of even December

but its Tuesday and i get ahead of myself

right now it’s you over there

me: spaghetti thoughts and daily cravings here
twisting thoughts of you in the winds of my mind
you sway
this way and that
chiming in and out of focus
if it weren’t for the butter
the heat
the grace

of every moment
we may not notice that divinity is whispering herself hoarse at my shoulder
scraping her teeth against my fingertips
she’s here and when i’m not
occupied by you
laid siege to by my incessant you
wavering
tripping though my winds
i’m obsessed with her foreverness
her constancy
perhaps that’s all we mean by divinity
that which we know to be there
to be there and ever-changing

you think i’m a genius and sometimes i think you’re a mess
in my eyes we have a lot in common
a lot more common than our locking horns
and beating the hard dirt with our hooves
rather beating into each others’ softness
til we’re a little stronger again

so again
i don’t write
i just crave
love poems
wistful letterbox hearts
birdhouses of you swaying in the branches
through my winds
nests of you dropping from my limbs
snarled twigs resting in my creviced places
let’s just find each other therelet’s unwind the pieces of twine knotted into our fingers
let’s drop our dried yellow leaves
press blossoms out our lips
trip roots through the earth and for the sake of goodness

drink cool mint tea
drink cool mint tea with me today
for i crave
the heavy dark shade of your limbs
the sweet spaghetti strings of our conversations
and the cool divine restlessness
of all of this

same same keep riding the wind through all the holes in my story i want to be found out i want someone to notice iím a fraud to push through the boundaries of my own bullshit slap across the face and say ìyou hate yourself and you love yourself and the combination is deadlyî then i would listen or at least stop talking

self importance will be my ruin is it nobler to give up all and live a patched existence eating half cooked rice and drippy tea calling myself zen carrying a walking stick and crouching to piss

or nobler to: live big live proud say what i know and be proven wrong? what is the truth of my truest situation when the one who slaps glares at her hand and sees that its attached this is the density of which i speak if i eliminate the i this is the intensity of which this girl speaks - this slave girl to her own thoughts this house boy to her own dreams

will they be surprised this girl wonders why not this woman what does this woman think about being called this girl better yet how does she feel?

when you want to stop because you feel emphasis has been found but you follow directions or follow the flow of life so the speak so to speak you goddamn sheep just sleep to live the life you think you live just sleep to live sleep to dream the worldwide reaping of false philosophies the dreamkeeping weeping of real lust and lethargy

thats a cream of the dream licking out the center between the cream disks licking out the center of the little pink slip

what awareness comes to the girl when her heart stops and shes just a mouth a tongue a hole a whole body mind sensation but only in the thought world reality pauses so she can let off steam…