Cast:
Driver...Rico Sisney
Guest...Maggie Vagle
Light...Band

The rain had just stopped, leaving debris in the streets
from all the leaves of the trees and sticks caught in the wind.
They just pop as again they get caught.
This time by the tires of a red mustang, her
engine killing the silence born after the rain. She growls-
drowning out the plit-plat of the drips from the
trees. The leaves and sticks crack as she hits. Though her top is down, her Driver is bone dry and
unaware of the time that’s going by.
He’s been out here for years and he doesn’t know why. In fact,
it barely enters his thoughts.
He pulls up to a red light and just stops.
The engine’s growl becomes a purr; he doesn’t notice her.
Only the wind whispering madness in his ears
He forms an original thought (he hasn’t had one in years)
He thinks, “I can control this light.”
He speaks, “I can control this light.”
He blinks…and it’s a green light.
…again and it’s a red light.
…again and it’s a green light.
II
Thoughts become ideas. Ideas become obsessions
Beliefs are most powerful if perceived as possessions
instead of mere suggestions.
My apartment’s usually lonely, but tonight I’m letting a Guest in like Best Western Inn.
She’s both lovely and bright and I’m getting lucky tonight.
I skip to the corner, move the blanket and uncover the light.
She looks surprised. I can see it in her eyes.
Her hair is soaking wet it’s pouring down outside.
She grins at me. Her smile says she’s never been happy.
She’s had too much wine and wants the night to end badly.
She asks me, dispassionately, “Would you like another drink,?”
She holds the Wine-- I clutch the light-- I say I’m fine and just in time, I--
blink…We get a red light
Give me an hour she’ll be in my bed tight.
I Blink. She laughs. “Do it again.” “Okay.” I
Blink. She laughs. “Do it again.” “Okay.” I
Blink. She laughs. “You know who you remind me of?”
“Who?” “Jeannie from ‘I Dream of--’” “Genie?”
“Yeah, Jeannie. She did that blinking thing.”
“I see, I Remind you of Jeannie. Does that mean you find me Dreamy?”
“If I compared you to my coffee, would you say you’re--” “Black and Steamy--” “actually Creamy.
I mean--” “There’s no need to interpret meaning.
Language is full of static so we find words deceiving
especially if we refuse to accept the sovereignty of phrases heard on TV
And attempt to say what we really think.

{SILENCE. Driver approaches Guest and at the last second turns away}
I Blink. She doesn’t laugh she must be catching her breath. I
Guest: (quietly and out of time) Stop it.
Blink. I Guest: (louder) Stop it please.
Blink. She doesn’t laugh she must be catching her breath. I Blink. I Blink. I Blink. I
Guest: (frantic) Stop it! Please Stop!
Blink. She doesn’t laugh she’s still just catching her breath
Stop it Now!
I do it again though she didn’t ask I don’t remember when she left.
{Driver blinks}


III.
Ideas become obsessions.
Beliefs are most potent baked at 477° like
Shadrach and Abendego. Picture ‘Me Shacked’
Up with a stoplight-reality is bending over.
I blink the light’s red, I Blinks the light’s green I remember Barbara
Eden always had to nod her head, but the from nose witch twitch just ‘Bewitched’ her. The
Head thing was a part of it. She was submissive to his wishes a Blink. He treated her vicious as paper would to scissors
if it could ever gets the upper hand to switch sides
I love control. I want control. She laughs, “He doesn’t know.”
She was lovely and bright and I’m alone. She’s been
gone for--how long? Why did I let her leave?
The light grins menacingly upon me, it’s tight lips reminiscent of something ugly
A disturbing thought gives birth to itself.
A disturbing thought not the first one I felt
I don’t control the light. “You don’t control me!”
Thoughts become posessive obsessions,
“Light this control can I?” speaks he.
“Light this control can I? thinks he. “Wake up!”
Red. Green. Red. Red. Green.
Black. White. Never Ever. Yellow. Red
A blink. A change. A change. A blink. He blinks I change.-
Genies are slaves. Coffees, wines, lipsticks, leaves, mustangs.
My mind is my lamp. I can’t be losing it if I know I’m insane.
Can’t be losing my mind if I know I’m insane.
Can I? Be losing my mind if I know I’m insane?
Can he be using my mind if he knows I’m insane?
Water drips from my forehead. It’s started to rain.