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Words by Marcus Slease


GODZENIE Scene 1: Train station in Katowice, southern Poland. Kebab shacks and cold slabs. Bleeding Heart Everyone deserves a pilgrim. Two nights without bread in the dust parks of Poland. APE


Are you willing to change? At least twice a day? Siphon peanuts to feed the trolls under the bridge? Snapshot


Blue beer on a blue night beside the gray tracks with meat bones and plastic plates nowhere near the sea say Katowice. APE


For five years I thought being a pilgrim was the great escape. Quick gigs. Three-somes. All night beer. Essential books. Problem is I need more. Visionary Are you willing to get authentic? APE Or fake it?


The visionary and the APE walk to opposite sides of the stage. APE crawls. Visionary clasps hands into shape of triangle under dimple in chin. Balloons fly. Bleeding Heart kneels in centre of stage. ENTER CHORUS!


Chorus: burning part burning hearts burning saints pinch safe charred bards bellows to the bellows each and everyone


Curtains close.


Scene 2: Amasra Turkey. A fish restaurant near the Black Sea. Lights thin on the water. A few Turkish women smoke long white thin cigarettes while looking out to sea. A British boy and Turkish girl sit at a table looking at the menu trying to decide which fish to order. Turkish rah rah music plays.


Woman is that an Ostrich or a kangaroo in your no-no trousers?


Man unbuttons his suit jacket and takes a small envelope from the inside pocket. The envelope is smudged with lipstick. The man opens the envelope and scans the letter. He reads the last lines to the woman


Man (with lilting tongue)


Iʼm sorry Larry but yr short and yr addicted to Hamburger Helper and no Iʼm not coming to Vallejo or Death Valley


Snapshot


There is a rat in the trap in the blue light near the purple river near the Black Sea say Amasra


Man puts letter back in suit pocket. Hangs head. Leans close to Turkish woman to light her long white cigarette Man (with resignation) For years this pilgrimage had me sobbing but on the inside The sky descends. Fog rolls in. A straw cat licks legs. Turkish girl orders Balik Ekmek. Woman (with the voice of flapping birds) I hate POETRY! Man (with pleading wrinkled forehead) Are you always so willing to let the cat out of the bag? Woman (takes off skirt)


Give way, gangplank. Iʼmcoming through. And not on some blinkin wings of poesy but upon yon lips of a pussy!


She leans close to the man. Blows smoke in eyes. Bangs her fist on the wooden table. Picks up the lemon to squirt the fish. Woman (screaming) LEMONS! LEMONS! ALL OF YOUR POEMS ARE LEMONS! Man re-takes letter out of his pocket. Unfolds. Scans with his finger. Reads aloud Man (quietly and with romantic intention)


Iʼm sorry Larry the troll has taken my pansies and the ostrich has taken my no-no trousers and the china plate has taken my fish and no


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