from It's Thursday Act 2; scene 3

Onyx's Monolgue

So now there’s
Static energy building into
Thunder clouds growling
Electricity compounding polls
Shocking the system into motion.

Action
Lingual movement
Language tricks
The alphabet back-flips into soundboards
Exciting the lips
Oh, stand anywhere
And have a drop to drink,
I think this moment tests,
this drop, one mixed and blessed as it passes lips
hung dry for soft lips
try to kiss lips
Don’t you hate to taste lips
A kiss missed
Slipped and tripped on lips
Tasting this
The mixed Sicilian kiss
Gone in one sip
Like this trip
Nesting, in places comfortable,
Testing, the mother swan,
Resting in reduced marshland
She wants her comfortable
oh so comfortable marshland home.
She wants comfort, sees not danger
Is swept up in passion,
Is run down by fashion
Has no choice but to follow the course
And step into comfort

I thought I’d watch
and want to purify and simplify
but life ain’t like that.
It’s complexity
come flex with me,
just dance with me
and let me be the girl
with one hand in her pocket and the other one writing the next rhyme.

And here come shadows
Creeping in at windows
Peering at the scars on my sun burned skin
And there go nightmares
Tripping down the front stairs
Calling out for anyone to take them in
here comes the next thing
Dressed as self reflection
Troubling the rhyme to start the advice.

Don’t lose!
the race is off
and down the back

s t r e t c h
in your mind the net
loss is effect
of this
And that is
cause of dress clothes,
and tomato soup

Oat. eaten now.
is thought. produced later.
Red light, lunar glow
open shadow’s shows
of strength and brawn, but nothing lost
is nothing gone to dust
and dusk is still

those maverick roam en abîme
and stare at bare water, where water
was not roaming

the rat race is leaving
you behind

you’re underweight and oversexed
and goaded on to gambol
and lapse into thought
start the course
and bound to be trapped
in the room
graded back
and graded back and
graded back
from knowledge
gained but never passed
as you run down mud tracks

not you.
sit and watch, dab a brow
take a number to wait in line
for a bus
and trust, there comes a second time,
the story again, a second time

The race is lost
Exasperations moved this nation
To step up or away
From a man
Or a woman
Or another
And another
And an other
cuz

the worst feeling in life
is the feeling
this race is going nowhere