Killing Time, Wasting Space(A boy and a girl walk to center stage. Two chairs are placed next to a round table. The boy sits at one, while the girl paces around the table.)Girl: What are we going to do?! I mean, we only have two more days.Boy: (pushes out other chair) Come on, sit down please. We'll figure this out. It won't be a complete disaster-- this time.Girl: (circles table once more, then sits) Are you sure? We don't have a very good track record.(another boy enters, carrying a plastic tub)Boy 2: I've got it! It's all here.Boy 1: What have you got? What's here?Girl: Let me see that tub! (she takes the tub and looks inside) How is this supposed to help?! Urggg! You're so dumb sometimes!Boy 2: Will you just trust me? Once, at least!Girl: FIne!Boy 1: So, what is in there?Boy 2: (dumps contents of tub onto the table)Boy 1: Marbles? Play-doh? How is that gonna help?Boy 2: Well-- you know Fred misses his childhood, right?Boy 1 and Girl: Uh huh.Boy 2: Well, let's give him all this and play like li
Late at nightLate at night she dancesFirelight dancingAcross her bare body.Their movements togetherThough they are different things.People mesmerized by the danceCan't stop watchingWanting to join.Will I ever join?
Alone, but not lonelySitting here,Alone,But not lonely.Watching people,Waiting, wondering.Killing time.Does time deserveThis Death?
FutureLooking up at the ceiling,I see only wood panels.Nothing significant,Nothing special.We leave no artFor the future to study,Not here.We leave behind pollution,And buildings rusting from steel.Not beautifully sculpted temples,But boring fabricated offices.