MADAM MONKEYFOOT

THE JUDAS ANGEL
(Revised December 10, 2007)

CAST OF CHARACTERS

Timothy Hustler
Seymour Best Friend
Agnes Transgendered
Chance Friend
Judas Messenger

SYNOPSIS

Four friends are at a Judas’s grave complaining about his suicide.

This is an excerpt from the book: The Judas Angel.

ACT ONE

SCENE ONE – GRAVEYARD – AFTERNOON

The sound of flapping wings, the roar of a lion, the cry of a man and a strong wind is heard as the lights slowly come up on Timothy, Seymour, Agnes and Chance standing over the body of Judas. Seymour and Chance gives Timothy dirty looks. Agnes is wiping tears from her eyes.

TIMOTHY
You all look at me like it’s my fault.

SEYMOUR
Trash. Fucking trash. He never did like taking out the trash.

AGNES
People like you foul the air and then others have to clean up your shit.

TIMOTHY
He got what he asked for. We all get what we ask for.

CHANCE
He didn’t ask for this.

TIMOTHY
I didn’t kick dirt over his face.

CHANCE
You gave him the mud to play with.

TIMOTHY
At least I was real about what I am. Poor little rich boy. Rich only in attitude and a sagging ass stuck in designer pants.

SEYMOUR
Guys like you, we tried to keep him away from.

TIMOTHY
Maybe that’s his fucking problem. He didn’t want to be a Mister Goody Two Shoes. You frustrated bitches always want to stick someone’s ass on a stake and make your life so fucking sanctimonious.

SEYMOUR
You shouldn’t be here.
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MAKING WINGS

My ghost mother whispers,
“Stop playing with dead things.”

Empty eyes, ravenous mouths,
plagued filled penises, cesspool vaginas
minds like caverns filled with sleeping vampire bats;
and the smell of thoughts
move inside homeless from reality
and fragmented strangers attempt
to seduce you into their delusions;

and the smell of their thoughts
are burning the flesh you are wearing
that becomes like a crawling landscape.

So you gather your darkness
to make wings to fly into yourself
to own your darkness

that is pregnant with your light.

And not be the chess piece
in the madness of roaches
who use to have human touch.

THE BUFFALO AND ME

I swallowed a buffalo.
Okay, it was a buffalo nickel
once revered before it was catalogued
for extinction.

I swallowed the nickel
to protect its value.
Okay, I was playing
with it in my mouth
like it was going to be
candy with a surprised filling.
I was five and still rode
imagination like a dragon
with my fairy wings
before my eyes were shutdown
into a shoebox mentality.

But strangers, like roaches,
came to conquer, colonize
control, cultivate;
and a jazz note
makes me a slave
with a freedom song;

And this jazz note
becomes a midnight addiction
for strangers with neon eyes
and broken flutes with poison notes.

I am intoxicated into the color,
so I must live in the gray
tattooed on my flesh by conquerors
who distorted my high note
that is now a premature ejaculation;

and the wound is made a mouth
that hides the pain etched inside
like cave drawings and this wailing
is a high note borrowed from indigenous traditions.

The buffalo and me
are no longer a gift.
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PROLOGUE
The Angel became the Demon.
The Demon became the Angel.
They both made the Mud
so they could dominate the other.
And the Mud made the Worlds.
And the Mud made
them both something better
when the One
has no allegiance to perspectives.

“My brother has always been the distant one,” Solomon said. “Michael always seemed to be some where else when you talk with him. He was always the person you wanted him to be but you still didn’t know him.”

“The cards are saying something strange.” Tina lays down two more cards. The World Card and the Lovers card over the Death card. “Something old has awakened,” Tina replied. Her voice started taking on an otherworldly quality. She wasn’t looking at the cards anymore; as she was looking inside her self.

“What does it mean,” Solomon asked with concern.? Partially it was for his brother, Michael and for his wife, Tina. Lately she had been changing when she did tarot reading. Sometimes he felt a presence overshadow her.

“My guides are telling me to look at the sun and the moon.”

“Tina, you’re voice is changing. Okay, you’re scaring me. I don’t like it when you begin to channel. We talked about this not being a good thing. I’m worried that you might get so far out there you might not come back. How can we be sure of whose is coming through? Remember what happened before.”

She ignored his concerns. “My guides said we must prepare for his arrival.”
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