A LURE OF THE DRAGON
© 2004 Paddy Gillard-Bentley
1hr. 45 min.
God, a little Woody Allenesque is in a bit of a slump. The Devil, as usual, smooth as silk, vie for the
souls of two punk/goth rockers. The bait is heroin, Snake’s own special brand, much of the action
dissolves into two Salvador Dali Paintings, and the wager is eternal as the clock ticks for the unsuspecting
Madman and Yvette.
Very adult content!
An excerpt from the play…
Yvette is out cold. Snake has been eating maraschino cherries dipped in chocolate from her body. Her boyfriend watches helplessly, devoured by the drug.
Death...the abyss, random chaos of thought & conception…the death angels.
Snake eats the cherry on her lips without taking his lips from hers, kissing her deeply. She rouses, kissing him back. Her eyes open, and she struggles to push him off her. She succeeds.
What are you doing?
Taking what you have given me permission to take.... (beat) Again.
You’re a sick fuck.
Oh, Yvette…I’m exactly what you want me to be…sleepy head. Come to me.
She tries to crawl away, but the shackles hinder her.
While I was sleeping…well, I wasn’t…you know, really sleeping, I just couldn’t seem to move. I dreamed of you, but you looked different. I could feel your rancid breath scarring me, and your yellow rotting teeth.
Snake grabs her by the hair.
OUCH! LET GO, LET ME GO!
Lovely girl…screaming through a reticent haze of images diluted by an altered state. Illusion is such a clever trick.
He turns to Madman.
While your reason is handcuffed to some fatuous idea this is what she desires. (beat) Always focus on the monster boy!
You! In your mind you snatch images, evaporating slugs granule, needles, powder, tube, mesh, bars, nanosized activated powder drenching your mind in blood. It’s all inconsequential.
He laughs as he turns Madman’s head to look into his eyes.
Hey, did you notice when her loins joined the cacophony…without apology?
Fuck you. I’m not looking into your eyes again.
Snake drags Yvette over to the couch.
Bend over it.