Tears in the night
Fight or flight
Hold her close
Hold her tight
Soon a new day
Soon a new sight
art
a new poem: “Before Success Visits” by Thomas Typewriter
poetryBefore Success comes to stay
His three brothers clear the way.
Failure arrives first, claiming he only needs the smallest bed,
But will take two and then three instead.
Confusion arrives next with too much luggage for his claim of an overnight stay.
Excuse after excuse he generates, staying for days and days.
Disappointment arrives last with nothing to his name.
Seeing everything you have he will complain and complain.
They will bicker and argue with no delay,
Destroying your house and disrupting your ways.
But in the end they, as much as you, will grow tired
Claiming each other has an unbearable situation made.
They will leave not with a thank you said.
A broken home is their parting gift instead.
But it is a gift, their visit as much as their departure.
In home repairs you will be employed
Even the areas you would normally avoid.
So when Success finally does visits, he enters with words so kind
Thanking you for making your home such a comfortable find.
He continues saying If I may
Could I stay a few extra days?
a new poem: “A Personal Dilemma” by Thomas Typewriter
poetryFearful of no voice, I shout.
Transgression is the obsession,
bringing the words into play.
I should focus on the positive,
ignoring those things born from doubt.
But then what would I say?
My depths are unknown to me.
Without all of those causatives,
I am quiet. I am without.
A coward.
a new script: “The Great Works Project: Season Four, Episode Nine” by Thomas Typewriter
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THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT
a puppet play in many parts
Season 04, Episode 09
By Thomas Typewriter
(c) 2022
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FADE IN TO BLACK
From the bottom center of the screen scrolls up the following text: “04-09”. It continues upward, pausing briefly in the center then exits off the top of the frame.
FADE OUT
FADE IN
EXT. HIGHWAY X, AFTERNOON
A two lane highway emerges out from between two large rocky plateaus onto to a landscape of gently rolling grasslands. Telephone poles and power lines run along the sides of the road on one side and a drainage ditch runs along the other side.
LS FACING TOWARDS THE ROCKY CANYON
The E-mobile emerges from behind the canyon walls. It moves along Highway X at a brisk pace.
CUT TO
INT. E-MOBILE, AFTERNOON
E-Mouse is driving the E-mobile, one hand on the wheel, the other arm casually draped out her open window. She has on sunglasses while also a toothpick in her mouth. Her hand beats a rhythm in time with the music playing on the stereo. She seems overjoyed at the ability to just drive. A-Mouse sits in the passenger seat, arms in lap, rather rigid and compact. She is leaning over messing with something on the floor near her feet.
MS OF E-MOUSE AND A-MOUSE
A-MOUSE
“Do you always have so much broken glass in your car.”
E-MOUSE
(shrugs) “Never noticed”
CUT TO CS OF A-MOUSE
A-Mouse sits up and brings up a handful of broken stained glass colored glass.
A-MOUSE
“Could you roll my window down. My hands are kind of full.”
E-MOUSE
“Sure.”
A-Mouse’s window rolls down as E-Mouse pushes the automatic window button. Once the window is fully opened, she tosses the broken glass out the window.
INSERT A SHOT OF THE GLASS HITTING THE GROUND
E-MOUSE
“What are you doing!”
A-MOUSE
“Getting rid of the glass.”
E-MOUSE
“You can’t do that.”
A-MOUSE
“What are you talking about. Its okay.”
E-MOUSE
“It’s dangerous.”
A-MOUSE
“No. Its fine. Glass is made of sand. It’ll just break down.”
E-MOUSE
“Not before cutting someone. It’s going to take years for it to break down.”
A-MOUSE
“Oh..oh no. You don’t think I’ve hurt anyone. What if I have.”
A-Mouse starts to wring her hands. E-Mouse looks over at A-Mouse and notices she is getting anxious.
A-MOUSE
“We need to go back.”
E-MOUSE
“Seriously?”
A-MOUSE
“I have to pick it up. Somebody is going to get hurt. Now that I know, I feel awful about it.”
E-MOUSE
“No way. Y-Mouse sent us to get the food for the meeting.”
A-MOUSE
“I just need to.”
E-MOUSE
“What if we stop on the way back. I’ll even help you pick up the glass. Would that help.”
A-MOUSE
“Yes.”
A-Mouse still looks anxious. E-Mouse looks at her a moment then a thought occurs.
E-MOUSE
“How about some different music?”
A-MOUSE
“Sure.”
E-MOUSE
“I have some albums in the console. There’s a Pop Couture first album, a couple King Connors, an early Razzlekish, some Gothic Bats in the Belfry, an Uptick and two or three Grammar Academy albums.”
E-Mouse looks at A-Mouse. A-Mouse shakes her head.
E-MOUSE
“Yeah, you’re right. Those are not the right mood for driving on a beautiful day like this. How about we try the radio?”
A-MOUSE
“The radio would be fine?”
E-mouse turns on the radio.
E-MOUSE
“And I am sorry I got upset about the glass. Didn’t mean to spook ya.”
A-Mouse nods but before she could say anything in response the radio starts up.
ANNOUNCER
(voice-over) “WQRT 123.4, The Keyboard, broadcasting throughout the night, the day, and all your precious moments in-between. We now return to our program in progress: Sixteen is Seventeen.”
A-MOUSE
“Oh man, I haven’t heard this one in years.”
E-MOUSE
“Years. Like High school?”
A-MOUSE
“Yes, High School. I was so into this show back then.”
E-MOUSE
“Me too.”
A-MOUSE
“Well then turn it up.”
E-Mouse turns up the volume.
ANNOUNCER
(Voice-over) “When we last left our story, Sydonia and Isobella were searching the town library for the hidden room of the Elder Council. A room filled with books of arcane knowledge, hidden by the adult vampires in town, hopefully containing a cure for vampirism. A cure Sydonia will need before the next lunar eclipse. Little did they know there were others spying on their every move. Meanwhile across town, Danny O’Boy, having just rescued Glorietta from the snake pit, tries to find the courage to tell her how he really feels.”
GLORIETTA
(Voice over) “Why can’t you open up to me. You only let me in so far then you push me away and every time my heart breaks a little more.”
DANNY O’BOY
(Voice over) “I want to let you in. I do. There is so much I want to tell you. To share with you.
GLORIETTA
(voice over) “Then why don’t you Danny. I thought you loved me, isn’t that enough to trust me. To share with me? ”
DANNY O’BOY
(voice over) “I want to share what’s in my heart Glorietta, but its not feelings and emotions…its ones and zeros.”
GLORIETTA
(voice over) “What are you saying.”
DANNY O’BOY
(voice over) “I am saying I am a robot and loving you violates my programming.”
GLORIETTA
(voice-over) “That explains Professor Woolenstein’s obsession with you, but I don’t care that you are a robot.”
DANNY O’BOY
“I was also reanimated by your science fair partners.”
GLORIETTA
“Or that you were secretly reanimated by my lab partners without my consent. I only know that I care that you saved me even though it would expose you existence to the mad professor Woolenstein. You could of left me there. But you didn’t.”
DANNY O’BOY
“What are you saying?”
GLORIETTA
“The entire time I was in the pit I hoped it was you that would save me. Danny you may only be a robot in the shape of a teenage boy, but I know our feelings are real.”
DANNY O’BOY
“How is this possible. New data is filling my programing. I may be a being of ones and zeroes programmed that 1 + 1 = 10, but when I am with you I see that 1 + 1 = 2. Danny + Glorietta equals Love.
KISSING SOUNDS.
CUT TO LS OF THE HIGHWAY AS THE E-MOBILE DRIVES OUT OF FRAME.
The E-Mobile drives down the highway and out of sight.
FADE OUT
a new poem: “Tick Tock” by Thomas Typewriter
poetryTick, Tick, Tock
Tick, Tick, Tock
Gazing out many faces of the Clock
Tick, Tock, Tick
Tock, Tock, Tick
Pendulums swing to memory’s flick.
Tick, Tock, Wristwatch
Tick, Tock, Pocket Watch
No more tomorrows
No more today’s
The world has tilted to yesterday.
On the day I died,
I saw Death going the other way.
Are you not supposed to be my guide, I cried.
“Not my problem,” he said. “Not today.”
“I’ve been let go. I’ve been told to go away.”
“So to you I say good luck.”
“You’ve had a life. Days good and bad.”
“Chances you seized, others you let slip away.”
“Before we part let me, as one final gift, say”
“There are no more guides out there, in that death has become like life in so many ways.”
“Do your best and then do it again, soon you will find your stride.”
a new poem: “Tired Words, Tired Feet” by Thomas Typewriter
poetryIf failure I do now invite to meet,
please let rest my words, my feet.
I tried to resist this ignoble defeat,
to yet live a life more poignant than bittersweet.
But in the end…
As I had always portend…
My efforts, my understanding, are far too busy this week.
today in the studio: June 13th, 2022
today in the studio
a new poem: “Shout louder still” by Thomas Typewriter
poetryShout louder, I can’t hear you.
Shout louder, I don’t understand you.
Though I never will,
continue ever more still.
Shout louder, I can’t hear you.
Shout louder, I don’t understand you.
Conversations with no sound.
Little more than tears newly found.
a new poem: “May I?” by Thomas Typewriter
poetryMay I know the beats of your heart?
Those that you have loved and those that loved you back.
The moments that excited you and those that made you hesitate.
May I live a lifetime between your breaths?
A beginning, a middle, and an end.
To only start it all over again
May I?
Thomas Typewriter 
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