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For Men & Women
By Kirk Wood Bromley
Selected by Chad Gracia Copyright Inverse Theater Productions, 1996-2001 For information on producing, auditioning, or ordering more productions, Please visit our website at www.inversetheater.com
Table of Contents
Foreword by Chad Gracia................................................................................................3 5 Monologues for Women.................................................................................................4 A city girl falls in love, against her better judgment (dramatic/comedic) .......................4 Mayumi wonders if her lover will return (dramatic) .......................................................6 Lydia falls for her best friend’s man, a jock (comedic)...................................................7 Medicine woman conducts a marriage in the woods (comedic/fantastic) .......................8 Serena Ridge questions why she lives (dramatic) .........................................................10 Monologues for Men........................................................................................................11 Erad regrets his alliance with the nefarious Professor Kling (dramatic) .......................11 Deepu breaks out of his trance (comedic) .....................................................................12 A hippie literati takes us on a poetic ramble (comedic) ................................................13 A father mourns his son (dramatic/comedic).................................................................14 Benedict Arnold first contemplates betrayal (dramatic)................................................15 3 Great duets ....................................................................................................................16 A Psychology Grad student meets his match ................................................................16 A Maid an a young girl argue about love ......................................................................19 The evil Rockwell loves Griffin Hunter’s wife, and he’s been caught...................................22 Bonus Monologue: Vazoline’s meditation on Pan........................................................25
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quiet girl. A tigerbeat. to be his one. and very confused. a Trampoline. accept dependency. In playing love. I am empty. To lose at loving’s game of zero sum. all but what you see. I submit.5 Monologues for Women A city girl falls in love. . worse than worst. To pass from boys to Boyd. Born stiff. Who bounced into the tapas bar of lust And came out screaming more. finds herself in love. against her better judgment (dramatic/comedic) From Lost Labour’s Loved. Compulsion posing as impulsiveness. lip lipt. Always old and yet sixteen forever. The mother of my mind. But now. love’s an artificial sweetener. he is a boy in action made. Cuz I am me. a soggy note to Sassy. A heavy heart that sighs. no doubt. And craves a letter sweater in her heat! O. a beggar be that Boyd. Pekabo: Dam.’ A kitten that can’t sleep or move or eat. the more you try to not Commit. as plays replayd. O. Put a v-chip on my eccentric ity. But still. “O. it is hypocrisy! I am weak. I am in love! Strange in my own skin. Speaking sibillant syllables round his word. And from progressive freedom you digress. And drowning in the phlegm of normalcy. yet I’m not what I’ve been: A riotgirl on the downtown scene. As milk is milkt. the more commitment tries your thought. Pekabo. And to a man? More like a mannequin. Whose only question is ‘will my bangs curl?’ Or ‘will he look at me?’ or ‘will he ask?’ Or ‘should I swear?’ or ‘does he like my laugh?’ Love? O. Strap on the straight-jacket fidelity. how can I love. And. Yet still too stiff to see that he’s a dummy! And I adore of these the most devoid? Were style wealth. So I am psycht to relive May dismayed. And. Lie down to drown in choked monogamy. I give in. dipping deepdish undeterred. her palate flusht. the ultimate free-spirit. to be a nervous. putting on.
In this distortion I am most like nature: Light? Prizmization.inversetheater.Cuz though love is a lie.htm . In an ever-ending. I love my man. Gravity? Persuasion. Growth? Exaggeration! Every body acts as if it’s special. lying to be true to what I am. meat-eating now. So. or the complete monologue book. Yet every creature is a cannibal. Matter? Fabrication. To buy this play.com/store. with over 102 selections. denying desire. As cow-headed man kills man-headed cow. Let others love themselves. please visit our store at www.
O why did I trust? Why did I believe That he would ever choose me over her? How could I be so taken. Or did he? Noon. he said he. bliss over boredom.Noon. so naive To ever think he would exchange his life Of peace. Despite his protestations of love.Mayumi wonders if her lover will return (dramatic) From The Death of Griffin Hunter. He is a man takes freedom over habit. nine. And then it went away. and he said nine. Incapable of honestly admitting You’ll never see or touch its flash again. yet still you stand. once a comet came Into the night of tiny. with darkness all around.htm . helpless on the ground. O you sad human.No. He said he would. and when it does return You will be dead. Yet in the latter is security. Trying to review its transit marvel.com/store. For it is gone. he will. with over 102 selections. He has thrown me away. Her lover is three hours late. To buy this play. or the complete monologue book.inversetheater. please visit our store at www. he is married and living a very successful life as the UN Undersecretary for Disarmament.. And yet. Griffin will. static dots And spread a splash of light across the sky As you stood dazzled. Love over status. A difference small of sign but huge of hope. He will not come. That all-uncompromising cause of choice.. he said a lie. to be with problematic me? No. and Mayumi begins to wonder if he is true. Mayumi.
Leavus! O. that firm mellifluence. My body. for greater things is sized. Lydia: I'm done. Leavus. Love's lattice swirls me another heart. I think. why should you not consume me? How strong you are. he weeps when a t-shirt dies! He's air. please visit our store at www. junior blip! Leavus. when soon.inversetheater. crave and sip At all I have denounced as deathmanship? Betraying my ideals. fugitive! How can I swoonly savor. That pawing Warren's limericks make me sick! He blinks. lowered into fields Where spine and brain and pelvis dance apart. Hard arms demand to force my fantasy. they say. and I. where's the pass in passion? Why now.Lydia falls for her best friend’s man. a jock (comedic) From Want’s Unwisht Work . And yet it seems I've never loved at all! But O. It seems now I have loved a million Warrens.htm . Leavus. Will more concretely at the soil grip. To delirial exogenesis so yields. and it is fault to make me quake! I was cloth-mother to that monkey geek. Yet chasing him I fumble and respin. Lydia. Warren's so weak. And am. a ghost. or the complete monologue book. finds herself irrevocably attracted to her best friend’s boyfriend. who represents everything her current lover is not. my own ideas Become an anarchy I can't betray! O. Throbs into me new vibrants palatal. Who's had nor ate life's ever-moistly cake. a fleshless. sworn to celibacy as part of her final semester in a Women’s Studies Program. so unbegun.com/store. to my convictions. with over 102 selections. the sun Shall eat the earth. rude lust? To buy this play.
and you’re so honest. Now. You’re old. for you. From killing the flower that stuffs the bee. O. performing religious ceremonies unasked. so supple -sure. Medicine Woman is a Navaho who wanders the land. You’re married? Well. You want to be alone. Her tree prevents the mountain from eroding. I’m with myself. Here. since he’s so cute. but he Is of the melty forces underground! . I think of others. you’re dancing. Pick anything! Who cares? Not the leaf of trembling passion! Not the stone of stumbling psyche! Fine. what’s that you’re doing? Squirming to escape the basket case! There’s only one way out: you must be wed. But with others. I wove a marriage basket. and that’s the way it is. but there’s no way to go That’s not my way. who shall Stoneboy marry? Leafgirl? No! Why not? Because. Me. I roam the forage paths. I know. Look. Both of you. Your languages Together laughing called me. cuz I’m not really here. Medicine Woman: Medicine Woman. he’s hard. From filling the rivers that feed the field. you’re in the basket now. you want privacy. In it. all I think of is myself. You’re young. A shot of shark excretion. In love. I’ll work with it.Medicine woman conducts a marriage in the woods (comedic/fantastic) From Icarus & Aria. I’d go away. Hubba yakka ho! Leafgirl. That all may live in free dependancy! Who shall Leafgirl marry? Stoneboy? But he is a stone! Sure. She is a leaf! You will be ever envious! Rippling in the sky. and I’m set. registered trademark. But don’t mind me. place an object of commitment. The sacred mother of this territory. a way’s a way’s away. From starving the bird that poops the pod. he’s strong. So. privacy wants you. May I share Your water? I am tired. she marries the young Icarus & Aria while they are on the run from the Phoenix and their responsibilities there. In this scene. he commandeers The marvel mantel of the earth. Stoneboy.
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Look out my eyes. I admit you. Alone in doom? Your last paternal gift A wasting loneliness. Reside in what I hide.Serena Ridge questions why she lives (dramatic) From Midnight Brainwash Revival. who gave you all. die!’ Have you not left me. And stuff my sterile insides with your seed. am left with none? It is you. And it’s for them I live. Serena Ridge has lived her whole life in awe of her father. a birth betrayed? You seemed a vibrant will with mine entwined. Now that he has disappeared. for it. end this lie Of life! Death. I. O free me from this stupid show of faith. that I might grow Into myself and mother infant truth! It is done. father. she reexamines her priorities. To buy this play. That is your will. as he does not. Serena: Why do I live? To dream my father does? Then I’ve no reason to. gave my life to Death. a frozen gaping stiff. Take meals in my gut.htm . please visit our store at www.inversetheater. father. or the complete monologue book. Atop that hissing peak. for him. lounge in my lap. Enter me Entire.com/store. forever. Death has replaced you. O make family with me. and finally comes to grip with the fact that he may be gone. as justice speaks Too justly in this order. Always climbing. Yet do not yell unjust. This straining at a shadow. who hated you. ‘father. driving into danger. Death. who lived for you. While I. make my body your sweet home. with over 102 selections. I see you now. Not thinking how your death would rape your daughter! But Death and I have our own family now. Yet now in death you leave your living will To my younger brother.
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Deepu dumb. Chase skunk. So. obstetrician.htm . So. Him? Holy lungis. O. Deepu chase skunk. Deepu stink.inversetheater. tiny room. Him? Many lawyers. I am Deepu. He has been broken down by a series of mind exercises. and family man! To buy this play.. Beautiful Naked Ooman. Me? No lunch.. but when he comes across a picture of a naked woman on the ground. But Deepu worship Beautiful Naked Ooman. Me? No shows.. Hello. But who is Deepu? Deepu once have wife like Beautiful Naked Ooman. Deepu. golf enthusiast. I am. Deepu once have house with wife like Beautiful Naked Ooman. All is lost. so Deepu stink! See how prospers all things over Deepu? What Rishi do is right cuz Rishi do it.. asapurna! Precious rama! It is my vila! O. Herman Stein. Me? No articles. Deepu. But Deepu not allowed to bathe or drink. But what is this? O. but Deepu stink cuz he too close to hugeheads like his Rishi! No. die! He sees a photo on the ground. please visit our store at www. it is my goddess! It is Beautiful Naked Ooman! Deepu worship Beautiful Naked Ooman.Deepu breaks out of his trance (comedic) From Lost Labour’s Loved. do stink. or the complete monologue book. Me? Fake accent. say dummy man.com/store. Deepu: Is it not clear how universe be swirling? Rishi have huge head. poor Deepu! What can Deepu do but die? Die. Deepu be to Beautiful Naked Ooman what Deepu was before he worshipt Beautiful Naked Ooman! With Beautiful Naked Ooman Deepu do what Deepu cannot do with Beautiful Naked Ooman! Deepu done with hugehead Rishi! Deepu love Beautiful Naked Ooman! I am.No. All is one? Ha. Him? Twenty limos. Him? Best seller. with over 102 selections. Herman Stein. Rishi have harem. I am Deepu. Deepu once in house with wife did do what Deepu cannot do with Beautiful Naked Ooman. has joined a cult and taken the name Deepu.. Him? Big ranch. O. Did not Deepu chase skunk? Take alcohol bath. the spell is broken.. in search of spiritual peace. For deep down Deepu know that Deepu do not stink by skunk. I. Rishi wise. yet Rishi cannot make Deepu unstink. Deepu. Deepu have haircut. I am not Deepu! I am. say Rishi. Deepu stink. Me? Holey rags. Deepu. say Rishi.
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Your thoughts are limp. What do you want? I want to know of woman. So dumb is genius. and lack a certain thrust. how much life's spectrum has congealed. If you're so certain. I'll miss my victor's exit.CormeEradCormeEradCormeEradCorme- EradCormeEradCormeErad- CormeEradCormeEradCormeEradCormeEradCormeEradCormeEradCormeEradCormeEradCorme- Erad- You probly say earth spins to make you dizzy. In earshot of a snake. What? Who wish they knew what women knew? Don't men. Bertha Lerner is a force of nature! She is a self-constructed caricature. yet scintillates the more It is besmirched! Must every man. it calls insecure What it cannot knock down with axioms. Be ever slopped into mundanity By high frustration's dealer. You will not go too deeply in. O! This house is due to men like you. the pallette of his field! My. She is of woman's statement architect. If you don't like it. Corme. You trace a blur. Dr. is freer. If I don't enter. He is. Instantly turn thinking to love's stealth. gimmicks. until our tolerance To newness is so low. should woman once think for herself. And you are so abstracted with your lust. O. That was low. To he whose head deserves the title planet. drop Bertha the Bomb. from slugs That feed upon the compost of old newspaper. No man. Of great men's freedom I am prisoner. I'm sure. Deep enough to find your cure. and so secure this place. how the glass of genius is here stained By jealousy. To penetrate is triumph in itself. jealousy? You're insecure. There is no winning when you beat yourself. Without glamour. or absolute . don't go in it. Fashionable militants start progressive sect. in word's captivity. we sell tomorrow For its fix of loitering arrogance. Kling is famous! All fame can do Is push the past. What have I done to you? You cling too much. My future traces her.
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she ain’t love’s loser. The worldly wise Trinidad speaks to her charge. but I can lucidate More soundly on my sister’s pressure rate. She loves selfish Emilio more than herself. A girl in love. we chicas nuevas. sur nuf. they come to some very different conclusions about these matters. She’s my def hermana. So. And like twin kamikazes at one ship We’ve taken out the boys. but ill for hombres fuertes. happy just to pout. Yo. Trinidad. Immune to love. She rises into clouds. what up? Dina. I have on you. and she’s a chiller. Cuz love is out. and wants you! You seen her? One sees not a girl in love. that’s some prehistoric rap! My Aria and me. we rich! Child. Dina: Trinidad: Dina: Trinidad: Dina: Trinidad: Dina: Trinidad: Dina: Trinidad: Dina: Trinidad: . Yet he’s not phoned her in one month and a half. were there syntax on your grammar This state could not afford its only border. we swankin on one swing. my girl. She mopy mopes. about love and sex. Tight with the opposite. And glowing glumly. alone above. Past attractions tug at her new thrill. Behave yourself. her orbit is her doubt. fresh to what’s old. Wo. And we’s one pitter in one heart with pat. Despite their mutual affection. old. or you’ll have no behaving. wing to wing. That is two years. Then she is in what’s out. Dina: Trinidad: Dina: Trinidad: Dina: Trinidad: Yo. Like siamese twins. the 16 year old Dina. my central chitchat.A Maid an a young girl argue about love From Icarus & Aria. done. your father’s on his way. Nana. to be seen. you been main Nana since ground zero. But only new love leads from old to no love. conflict and me can’t stop agreeing. phased out by her own phase. She’s traced to tracers. And you? Be best friends fly since we was two. we trip no trap. She don’t love him! Do I know Aria? Yo. with moping mopier still. But plop a sin tax on my thoughts. we school joined at the hip. Sur nuf. must outgrow love. Her direct beams become dim-fulging haze. all respect to you. Like jungle janes. Just like a moon.
Youth ain’t so bad as exit-rates suggest.Dina: Trinidad: Dina: Trinidad: Dina: Trinidad: Dina: Trinidad: Dina: Trinidad: Dina: Trinidad: Dina: Trinidad: Dina: Trinidad: Dina: Trinidad: Dina: Trinidad: Dina: Trinidad: Dina: Trinidad: Done by what’s done. walks off. hot for what’s left her cold. Yet tween those figures. like blackcat in bonfire. Child! How old are you? Near seventeen. Clutcht like a palm desiring to be read. but you walk your brain. As all’s corrupt. Dina! Trinidad! Offense is cop-out. and her light goes lurching in. Each beauty thing ugliness self-will’d. I know. dwells a wild math. My tiny Nabokov. Wo. and it’s a dang’rous strain. Love follows fools. and kaboom. and asks her shadow what it said. Since love’s pure touch. strut stuff. lust takes the lead. Love’s bug is caught. And you have yet traversed that crazy path.. Yet everything turns old. Love rules over you. Shame dullens. hormone cancels hormone. Youth teach? That’s doom. Them littlelady oleander bulbs Wetted by the world’s drool be bloomin. My Aria. And screaming nights. she now will nothing feel. . girls is girls por vida! But come thirteen. You run your mouth. contamined. gross. From forceps to funeral. be out of bed. Words fight speech. But come fifteen. To say my say. she dreams her body’s theft. love trusts. and get good. unreal. or with absence fill’d. You mean she’s hot to do th’old in and out. But then come what? Teen sexy ten and six! Pony tail? Sassy wink? Sweet deadly numchuck wiggle! And there prance I. she’s taffy pillow-stick Boys kill to put they heads on. child. Her world is empty. She stares in mirrors. she’s frontin lust with love. lust over-rules him.. For seventeen is whirlwinds and dustdevils. Nana! I teach you. and fools him. But come fourteen. Which flip bitch thinkin I will spay her of. Then gladly hear bad said. I’m bad and glad. and there is left. delectable as dread. cuz old knows best. And your Aria? She is what I’ll soon be. She sighs. She’s blood and briers and cranes in dark ravines. Not ‘bout love and lust! Lust lies. cuz age is wiser til it’s dead. it’s bleak and bottomless.
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Not directly. And when we merge. That’s my crime? To want what you have. due to you. however. O that she weren’t! That’s it. My love has it wrong. She was not yours. How do you know? You exude frustration. kill me to end my pain. and he’s been caught. Then let her please herself with me. and once for all admit That your wife pleasing others pleases you! It pleases me that my wife please herself. Griffin Hunter. therefore. go kill your lovely wife. But wait! I said that I was trying to screw a woman Not your wife. but To please yourself outside of her. quickly fades from hate to understanding. You’re dead. Then after me. GriffinRockwellGriffinRockwellGriffinRockwellGriffinRockwellGriffinRockwellGriffinRockwellGriffinRockwellYou tryin to screw my wife? I’m trying to love your wife. to love what you love? Be flattered. I’ll kill you here and now! What here and now? You killed me when you took your wife from me. then. you thief her. you too should die. Don’t we both love your wife? My love has the right. not your wife. Then don’t do this. that hurts. But are you trying to screw her? As a woman. Then we are one! O we are as distinct as north and south. has just caught his wife in a compromising situation with the unscrupulous arms dealer Rockwell. I’ve never hurt her. From The Death of Griffin Hunter. I did not take. Yet as she’s mine. I do? GriffinRockwellGriffinRockwellGriffinRockwellGriffinRockwell- GriffinRockwellGriffinRockwellGriffin- . I never will do that. You’ll die for both of us. Yet still I love.The evil Rockwell loves Griffin Hunter’s wife. as you Please yourself with others. UN Secretary for Disarmament. and for that. The confrontation. the earth will ice and crack. and therein we are one. For she is also hurting. That woman is my wife. But if you must.
take now my scar-endorsed advice: Kill that part of you that desires more Than what you have. Forego it or filch it. planning. . GriffinA love abated? O quit acting and get up. up and down. let me clue you in: Mommy might filch some juicy for herself. is much like a vacation: Fun in theory.Rockwell. A love abated is a life despised. after so much acting. GriffinI’m not going to kill you. Then. Griffin helps him up. GriffinYour marriage is sour. Rockwell. But once you’re on it. Rockwell. we share a great desperation For youth and newness. but what’s to last? My parents Spent their dear lives in nuptial holocaust. GriffinGet up. Therefore. please. now it is rot. To you your wife’s the newest kind of music. For the mansion of youth is the prison of age. and costly. Rockwell. boring. Their love was hate.Of course. Trust me. or that part will kill you. GriffinMany marriages last. Forego it. He acts as if monogamy improves. Rockwell. you got no chew. GriffinJust shut up and get up.No. are great men. Rockwell. Rockwell. Nothing’s wrong with us. But that is normal. mommy wins. Filch it. A marriage. kill me. I swam the shimm’ring streams.No. Hunter. Splashing sweetly in and out. Some foreign fruity gum on the counter Has caught your fancy. But soon she’ll be the same old naked big mouth. trite. he begins To crave reality beyond his role And goes in search of raw experience. And the hotter it gets. I’m old.Quit acting? But that is a husband’s job! He acts as if he’s thinking just of her. expectation. So.O it may last. and so will mine. Hunter. see. and all the world’s in your jaw. Mr. I pluckt the ripest peach. He acts as if her interests interest him.You and I.Help me. I’ve changed my mind. You’re a married man. but mommy says no. the quicker it spoils.O marriage is a milk that cannot last. Get up. now they are schmutzt. Rockwell. now wrinkly waste. And Mr. I stroked the softest skin. Please. but mine is fresh. It’s horrible That nothing can condemn unjust decay. The candy’s there.
com/store.Hug me. if you’ve two loaves Of bread. For as the Persians say. and juggles them To the bafflement of even his own eyes. GriffinWill you lay off my wife and shut your mouth? Rockwell. then. not in partnership. We should. instead.htm . while it’s still unique. I think. please visit our store at www. revel in the greatness Of being human. To buy this play. Rockwell.I will respect your marriage in silence.inversetheater. or the complete monologue book.The liar’s many souls. with over 102 selections. sell one and buy a hyacinth. And what is there to say to that but yes? GriffinI should have killed you. GriffinI hug in pity.
of all sensation. Two luxury ocean liners are his boots. Dribble their magic milk Upon you famous fakers. Pan's dress is stitched of tiles heat-resistant. So cohesive xenophobic segregrating judgement's brain By Pan is jolted. Just like eye needs eye. Of another's drool. Who at his board. How much bliss he crams into your debt! What boring-glory to drive thru South Dakota! You scratch a crabsore til its gold of pus . he brews love's sucklant soda.) It's Pan first pierced the nipple with amulet. Pan's languages don't wallow. That ancient. duty-free Daughters of ambiguity: Lazy. Like fleshy agitprop. Called one of the most intense and rich monologues ever written. and bad things entertain. crazy goat-god of deception. Pan and Pan. lays tracks to each event And keeps the party pure flirtation. is one of Inverse’s crucial masterpieces. Breaking down all families And their pertinent loyalties Of ethic. Pan is a massive ambling Las Vegas. On his rings twinkle the die of ideations. Pan's body is a satellite omnipotent. as pain must have its partner.c.Bonus Monologue: Vazoline’s meditation on Pan From Want’s Unwisht Work . they transmute. pleasure and pain. the mix m. And he struts the ever-wriggling map of nations. Three null-adoring. where slogans reconcile. And Laughy. then he is Pan. Vazoline: If relative to all. of prude and of ilk! And so girl. screaming like the iceman unfroze. A hat of movie screens. And now. so pain needs pleasure. And at his service bop. From all-spice shakers. Loud. this meditation on good and evil. giggling her cortex out her nose! These enemies to energy. Born up from the desert of your addictions. To plummet thru the ozone of denial. mixing up our pleasure with our pain! (Making good things bad. loose as a baptist's hose.
stroking. Like daughters hurdling over daughters. O.Drains out. Laughing so unfoundedly.com/store. they drown with gusto!' Cuz pleasure's finishline is death. please visit our store at www. O. can the strong still survive? Are my emotions recorded live? O what came first? I will confirm The chicken egg is chicken sperm! To buy this play.inversetheater. when you go On jets of pain It's pleasure's plane To Pan's imbroglio. it's Pan compels your frantic nails. 'First in Hype'. What horrid joy's the act adulterous! Why do you shop at Bloomingdale's? It’s Pan hungers you for that hell. And pain's goal is limitless. why do tightpants feel so good? Who's the hood within the hood? Pan! The most-talked-about misunderstood! And at his swimming meet. smoking a fat robusto. or the complete monologue book. Lapping. 'O. in velvet chair. with over 102 selections. But here is Pan. choking to swipe The ultimate trophy.htm . Pain and pleasure race the waters. You who fly To call the sky Tiny.
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