Mr X

Peformance poem about a window, a suburban house, and an ambiguous situation


He looks out the window and is glad that it's mended.
Some stones came through yesterday and he called in the glazier,
Who came right on cue,
Now it's as good as new.

He's in a brick house, but still he doesn't throw any stones,
Doesn't seem to matter though,
Retaliations come regardless.

If he doesn't stand by the window
He doesn't see them
Or feel them smash his body through pained motor neurons.
And if he closes off his ears,
The shatter and the thud is non existent.

But the window must be repaired, the glass swept off the ground,
If he's some dignity left, then that's where it's found.
So he calls up the glazier
Who comes right on cue,
Soon it will be as good as new.


He's in a brick house, but still he doesn't throw any stones
One he cast years ago,
Comes back a hundred-fold.

Category:

Entertainment

Tags:

• Poetry
• performance poetry
• short film
• Mr X
• amateur filmmaking
• student filmmaking
• drama
• monologue
• tragedy
• tragic
• soundscape
• tabloids
• windows
• broken glass
• hate figure
• low budget
• social commentary
• suburbia
• suburbs
• middle England
• mystery
• loneliness
• weird
• haunted house
• creepy
• edgy
• outcast
• hermit
• nervous
• neurotic
• psychological

[daylightrx]

this is cool ... thanks .