A little poetry/ monologue

Hey Guys,

Very excited to have this new forum to share some of the inner workings of Plastic Flamingo with all of you.

Today, I thought I'd share a little poetry/ monologue from my newest show (very much still in it's infant stages), Team Awesome.

JOSHUA
Silence that’s thick enough to drown in, but only when you’re all the way submerged. Now, you’re half way where you’re floating, right across your nose, the water lines diverged. The bubble you’ve created by blowing on the wind, think enough to pop it but you can’t hardly breath it in. You’re eyes are on land, but your soul is foreboding. The world built around you is slowly eroding. So you let yourself go, deep down under the blue, just lubricate your mind, it’s a simple thing to do. Like you’ve suddenly stopped something, like you suddenly halt time. Cause when you return it may not be there, maybe silence wins this time. Silent drowning is the answer, keeps the clouds from turning grey. The only time you’re certain what’s inside you’s there to stay. You’re eyes are on land, but your soul is foreboding, The world built around you is slowly eroding. And, yes, you hear your breathing as your body holds it breath. Knowing you’re not dying, yet close enough to death. Everything is muted, yet the voices they stay clear, and all you have to do is block out everything you hear. You’re eyes are on land, but your soul is foreboding. The world built around you is slowly eroding. But right at the bottom, the damn thing it changes, bargain to stay? Doesn’t want your exchanges. So, back to the surface you slowly begin and all that’s gone now is your nuanced filled grin. But you’re still going to fight, keep your outlook austere. Still, hoping everything you left behind did a “poof” disappear. You’re eyes are on land, but your soul is foreboding. The world built around you is slowly eroding. Damn. You see it come to focus, as you’re hoarding new found air. The world, it just kept spinning, outmaneuvered your solitaire. You’re eyes are on land, but it all becomes clear, everything you left behind is still waiting right here. Man, I hate it under water with the silence and the fear, cause when the journeys over it drops your ass right back here.


Also, had the opportunity to check out The Amoralist's Happy in the Poorhouse last night, (Plastic Flamingo's Kelley Swindall served as a PA on the production.) Definitely a show worth checking out before it closes in late April.

- P Flam out.