London to York: a play

Scene: A roguishly handsome man in his early thirties holds the head of his panting horse as she lays dying.

Dick. You and me Bess, we we were as thick as thieves.

He holds her until she dies, which lasts a significant amount of time, and then carries on his way by foot.

Bawdy

broads board boats on
east coast shore for Irish shore
to eventually arrive in Innismore
the land from where they got there hair
from their ma's ma and her ma and more

fish fish other fish deep beneath
fresher than fresh fish
unseen atop the sea

they are bound to pay the piper
for their papa

Nil By Mouth

ravenous, she nicks a couple of sweets from her neighbouring patient's bedside table. "Death by marshmallow" she says to her nephew, over the telephone. he laughs.

Larry Grayson

and furthermore
I shall love you more
when you shut that door!

letter to Rona, today of all days

Rona,
I received your Chrysanthemums
They died yesterday
They're in heaven today

I'm still stuck in Bedlam
All the kids have ear-hole sized speakers in their ears
Martians
You stick something into your ears and your fucked
Everyone knows that

Anyway,
One day I shall be released
and We can have a lot of fun in the planetarium
again
Like we used to do
Remember that, huh?

Love ad naseam
To Suzy Q too
Rowdy Roddy Piper

open A Play For The Garage invite

''es a rambling man say the locals. He rambled til the butchers shot him down they say. Old Maude reckons he hunts the plains looking for revenge round here. It was in this town where they gunned him down, head to the wall'... Oh dear... 'Jack, behind the bar, he says his last words were, you mark my words I'll lust your blood, I'll lust your pretty little blood under the harvest moon, you will all be spilled. And tonight, tonight was the night of the harvest moon and he would have his harvest of blood and lust fulfilled.'

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see here;
http://bullgoosesamuel.blogspot.co.uk/2012/06/introduction-this-is-play-i-wrote-while.html

Letter to Rona, July, 2011

Dear Rona
It's me
I feel quite alone
The world's imploding
or Avalanching
or Something
Maybe

I've been reading Nancy Mitford
She reminds me of you
Sane men can fall in love the same woman
as an insane man can
Apparently
So they say here
Maybe it's easier to be decent in print
than life

Wake up little Suzy
And pass on my love
And if she now accepts kisses from girls and women
Give her a kiss
From me

Love as always
and always,
Zorro