Unpublished Poem

This one's untitled. And I have no idea . . .


So another star learned to say, "I love you."
So two more people fell into the heat
So magic feelings brought them together
And the credits rise across the screen.


But the love child has to keep on growing
His teeth tear through the ground of his mouth
And he doesn't understand except to cry
The raw screams of growing fill the house


And love's leaves fall to the cold, cold ground
And the trees stand naked reaching for the sun
Because August didn't say that January


Maybe it wasn't finished? I dunno.

Excerpt from an Unpublished Screenplay

I found this in an old notebook I had lying around.

Rook

Well, you probably won't see me too much on the weekends. My girlfriend lives in the 'burbs.

Orlando

So you mean we'll never see you on the weekends or during the week.

Rook

That's not true.

Orlando

Well you're not gonna bring her to this dump.

Rich

Come on, this place could use a woman's touch.

Orlando

I could use a woman's touch, but you won't see anyone bringing their girlfriends over to help me out.