DEAD THEATRE ON THE DRUNKEN BOAT

Concerning...

A spent phone in love with a washed out plastic carrier bag

PHONE

You reach out... to draw me in... to reveal the mysteries at last?

BAG

You lean in towards me

PHONE

You suddenly dismiss me.

BAG

Why do you think that is?

PHONE

Because...

BAG

And we both know this...

PHONE

I am not strong enough to know your secrets

BAG

And so I must push you back, reject your timorous advances

PHONE

From this moment on I won't stop trying

BAG

You'll do anything won't you...

PHONE

...anything to gain admission to your inner circle of demons ghosts and spirits...

I love the way you are a celebration of death, I want some of this suffocating death stuff for myself, oh if I could only express myself in the vernacular of death

BAG

I am every reason you need for failure therefore you must partake of my poison

PHONE

You will never apologise

BAG

You will always beg

PHONE

You have no empathy

BAG

Your imagination is sparked

PHONE

My imagination is fired.

BAG

You're weak....

PHONE

I could be recharged yet.

BAG

I wonder how far down you will allow me to drag you

PHONE

I feel sick

BAG

But you're having a good time?

PHONE

I hate this...

BAG

Walk away.

PHONE

I can't

BAG

You disgust me.

PHONE

Do I?

BAG

You should be ashamed of yourself.

PHONE

I know...

BAG

This bores me.

PHONE

Do you want me to go?

BAG

I won't be amused if you stay.

PHONE

I'll do anything...

BAG

Anything?

PHONE

Anything, please, just let me stay.

BAG

So what's your poison?

PHONE

Pardon?

BAG

What will we drink tonight?

PHONE

I'm in your hands

BAG

So it would appear.

PHONE

Ah, the bottle comes out,

BAG

I place it on the table,here in front of us...

PHONE

the top is unscrewed

BAG

the night begins to unravel

PHONE

Mysteries start to deepen

BAG

Imagination takes hold

PHONE

Time refuses to matter

BAG

Myth begins to dance

PHONE

You can just about stomach me now.

BAG

The drink is a wonderful thing to make the ugly seem bearable

PHONE

When this is through...

BAG

When you finally get me out of your system?

PHONE

I will start my life all over again...

BAG

Who knows, you might even begin to enjoy it...

PHONE

I might well...

BAG

I know you're impotent.

PHONE

I can't hide my humiliation.

BAG

You don't even try...

PHONE

You are dead to my pain.

BAG

Yet you give voice so loudly to your despair.

PHONE

And yet I never give up hope that I'll one day get what I want...

BAG

Which is?

PHONE

Which is...