Neon Lights - Scene Sketch

Man: Hey...hey come here?
XXX doesn't move.
Man: Hey, I'm talking to you.
XXX: What?
Man: Are you an asshole or an animal?
XXX doesn't answer.
Man: You got anything in that pretty head of yours. Come on.
XXX: Do I look like an asshole to you?
Man: I was only joking man.
XXX: Didn't sound to funny to me.
Man: You want to hear a good joke, come to mine. I'll make you laugh.
XXX doesn't move.
XXX: Fuck this
Walks off.
Man: Ok sorry man wait hold on.
He pulls out a wad of cash from his wallet.
XXX looks a him with disgust.
Man: That not enough for you playboy? Here, take it!
XXX: I don't do guys.
Man: Whatdya mean you don't do guys? You sluts probably do dogs if the moneys right.
XXX starts angrily towards the Man.
XXX: Call me a slut again.
XXX punches the Man in the face knocking him to the ground and kicks him in the stomach.
XXX: I'll do you in a minute.
Kicks him again.
XXX: Doing you right now...you like that!
Kicks him again.
XXX:You like that!
Kicks him again.
XXX: You like that!!
XXX spits on the battered Man.
XXX: That ones for free...come back tomorrow.
He walks off.
XXX: Asshole.

Collection 48twenty - Improvisational Poetry #2

Freestyle Poem - Process

Reality’s touch,

Lost at sea,

Nothing to see,

Mind goes quiet,

And the canvas goes blank,

I’ve blocked you out,

I cannot create,

Darkness succumbs,

The numbing wait,

Ticking,

Of a clock,

Of a heart,

Time is of the essence,

It’s present,

Presenting you with a future,

The numbing wait,

For your past to catch up,

Pen to paper from past to future,

Engraved and entwined,

The reaction of life,

The struggle.

Collection 48twenty - Improvisational Poetry #1

Freestyle Poem – A Lost Touch

Everything is moving forward,

Quiet cries left behind,

A shadow of the past,

Blinded by the light,

This cold empty house,

Was my warm magic world,

My cold lonely heart,

Now struggles to be heard,

Small speck,

A spectacle,

A nervous fossil,

Worthy of a memory but not worth remembering,

Luscious leeching of a land lost to love,

A bent soul,

Hell bent on cheating,

A crow’s happy cry,

Warm to its kind,

But when a man takes flight,

Only his quiet cries are left behind.