MEAN LOVE

MEAN LOVE

 

Dramatic.

(A voice from silence calls in… Masculine.)

STOP.

There are more miles to conquer.

(A brief silence grows from murmurings…)

(She begins by saying…)

We keep fighting that one thing

That keeps us bound together

Other lovers chorus:

What we want, we don’t want

What we want, we don’t need

What we need, we don’t want

What we need, we don’t need

(He begins by saying…)

This far, like forever, we 

Travel for the wrong right, 

right wrong, reasons.

We are our own prisons every season.

(The aged ask in a call and response…)

What do you think?

What do you think?

(Others lovers chorus…)

We can’t defend our desires, 

we just protect our choices.

We push hurts to the hurting, and

To ourselves, as hard as possible, 

pleasures we pull. 

(She says…)

Next roads ahead remain matted

In me, myself, and I, not ‘us’.

We’re a joy full of greed; 

(He says…) champagne bottles 

Of bitter reflections, yet so tempting.

(A child of about 5 years begins to say…)

This thing we call special remains sweet and sour.

Let me ask us again, is it also a dagger, 

hammer, or why are we still here 

staggering to unknown lonely ends? 

(Other lovers chorus…)

We’re unfaithful, we are scams,

Cans of pains, we can’t stand what we deserve. 

Of whatever remains of the trashed,

Our eyes long for – the second best…

(A man asks…)

Of the best? That’s what you want?

(Other lovers chorus…)

Yea, that’s what we want

But that’s not what we need. 

We are lovers. We are liars.

We just want the best of the…uhm!… for uhm…

(A woman asks…)

Are we going nowhere, or anywhere?

(One of the other lovers responds gently…)

Please, don’t count. 

Just tell us how far we’ve come,

Maybe we could do better going further

This time, for the first time.

(He says…)

We keep fighting that one thing

That keeps us bound together

(Other lovers chorus…)

What we want, we don’t want

What we want, we don’t need

What we need, we don’t want

What we need, we don’t need

(Other lovers chorus…)

We can’t defend our desires, 

we just protect our choices.

We push hurts to the hurting, and

(All lovers chorus with attitude…)

To ourselves, as hard as possible, 

pleasures we pull. 

White curtain falls.

(Music at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7KHlYOG-PA8 fades in; gently interrupts the end.)

 

© Tobi Akiode 

10.10.15.10.16

(MEAN LOVE)

#MeanLove


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