The Cutlet

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          The Cutlet

          A Drama in Two Acts, by [[Steven Adkins]] and [[Tim Wilson]] 

  

                The cast of characters according to their physiognomic relation to 

                wild beasts: 

  

                Stimes Addisson as the envelope; 

                Teaspins Kudos as the starfish; 

                Zeus appears in the form of a sperm-whale; 

                some Cum is the antelope; 

                some Salt is the donkey; 

                the Woman is the sea-yage in jelly fish; 

                a Kidlet the small child. 

                                and of course, 

                the Cutlet, as itself. 

                                                                

"An embryo  strangles 

and dictates." 

 ---? 

  

Act One 

                

                The stage is completely dark. The spotlight singulates an envelope which  comes     swishing onto stage, stripping, opening it's contents. The spotlight widens,                 revealing a scrubby plain, in the manner of the Great Western Dream. Zues is   sitting on a boulder. The cutlet is in a barrel, floating in water. The audience can                 see inside the barrel due to a contraption that projects it's innards onto a screen,   center stage. Two ministers operate the machinery, silently, dressed in black and                 faceless. 

  

Zeus: (exasperated) 

  

                How dare you know? How dare you conspire? 

                                

                (The envelope, pausing and working her panties, fraught by ears, perks 

                up.) 

  

The envelope: (slow and basaltic .. the need to eye the finger) 

  

                These things will be forgotten; what of it you slinking devils you 

                outrageous demons slinking away? and what of my fascination for 

                dythrambia?  my wife can cum, I can cum shooting out the down flying 

                terrorist for five times, my long finger distracted by thumbs, the fact 

                that inherent in my shimble is an airwave of skin?  Yeddy, it is a 

                ganham! 

  

The Cutlet: (in the barrel to himself) 

  

                How about it, Zeus, you high falutin' water spoutin' Ahab fightin' 

                mislocation?! ... Yer invoked despite yer adrogynous compliance... 

                (it waves a mit) 

                The accident is that which precedes perception 

                that long kid-thing 

                (now singing despite itself) 

                an unexpected burst 

                loving 

                that which predisposes confusion 

                in the hallway 

                a priori 

                (a startling high note) 

                to geo-metric perception: given that 

                the mind repeats itself in nylons, gloating, 

                still as sweet 

                as it ever was 

                still the shoe 

                upon which 

                a balustrade lavishes affectation 

                and importance -- 

                upon the so-called "gods" 

  

Zeus: ( hearing now the sweet trilling, bellows) 

  

                A HAIRCUT ONE IMPOSES UPON THE I-DEA INITIALLY                 APPROACHES....!! 

                (he goes sheepish and begins more humbly) 

                A frying pan 

                in which the butter is 

                waiting for the weight of a Cutlet! 

                (He spits) 

  

Salt: 

  

                the permission of emission 

  

A corsicle bitch: 

  

                The insectide kidlet pinches an ear that scorching demeanor 

  

The Starfish: 

  

                Her pants are on backwards those insect angles entire baboons 

  

                Scene: 

  

                The Cutlet is floating in a barrel of rainwater.  Nearby, the sperm-whale 

                is musing. 

                

The Cutlet: 

  

                burned by  the tsar 

                bur-- 

                --ned by the 

                tsar 

                a crool excess 

                east of the tsar eaten 

                by the 

  

Tsar: 

  

                My love a single burp 

                                rinsing instant burns 

                                                Skin made pliant by later-ness 

  

Cutlet (angrily): 

  

                The dream is a noodle connecting life to life connecting coal to flaming 

                forebrow 

  

(Scissors 

scream out 

lacking grace 

but smooth as hell 

and cool, 

besides): 

  

                you pay web boy bun pen 

  

  

A corsicle bitch:   

  

                a sodden rage 

  

Salt:                                        

  

                a bootheel[1]                               {All: 3 ways to stuff a gullet 

  

The Cutlet:                            

  

                a rattlesnake           

  

The envelope, strangely reticent:                                

  

                Long gram 

                                Imp rat: 

  

The starfish pipes up:          

  

                4 knees 

  

The Cutlet: 

  

                burned a 

                tsar --- 

                Pork makes a comeback 

                                makes a revolution in mud 

                metaphorical mud 

                                clings deep 

                drawn out strings 

                                queer loping 

                A new gloved managerie. 

  

  

                (Everything arrives 

                on hands and knees 

                looking.) 

                

A woman (crooning): 

  

                -- twenty thousand of my men. 

                Sit on my couch 

                Smiling 

                Serene 

                                in being 

                reamed and 

                

Salt: 

  

                Sleeping one callous moment. 

  

A woman: 

  

                -- 20,000 of my menu                      jump! 

                

Salt: 

  

                jingo slut! 

                                                the    THICK 

                                                                                                FERN. 

  

Kidlet: ( hiding red toes.) 

  

                Hid them in a checkered box. 

                He checkered past did go 

                                with a checkered tie and 

                                                                                bowler 

  

Salt: 

  

                What is the significance of March 1st? 

  

The sperm whale: 

  

                The speed of sound 

                                

Kidlet: (walking along a country lane:) 

  

                with pantalones             

                checking headed up and low 

                in a.... 

  

                We hear a muffled scream as the lights go black. 

  

All:          

  

                (buh-buhbuhb-buh-buh) 

                

 


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[1]brothel prophet 


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