It has been a while since I posted one my ?oudin poems, so I thought I would post one. I wrote this on April 24th 2001...
Doudin
Sitting on the cold cement floor.
Listening for the answer of death.
Remembering the sounds of insanity.
Hoping for one last breath.
Can you feel it you whore?
Do you understand the question?
Aren't those the sounds of the boar?
What happens if you fail?
In death, sensations do not exist.
Simplicity is impossible for the deaf and dumb.
Reality creates the life of responsibility.
Take it soon for when it is gone time is missed.
I hope the day goes fast.
Then I will no longer remember my past.
Havenworth Artistic Director
- Jonathan Hicks
- I am a theatrical designer and I teach the design curriculum at Huntington University. I am thrilled to be Directing my first full length theatrical production!
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3 comments:
Wow... dark.
Dude!
Pretty bleak. Is the character going to top himself in the next act?
Not sure yet...I haven't finished writing the next play. I have only gotten through about three lines out of 20...more work to come!
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