Christine Phillips Poet Dramatic Monologue

Energy from the sun

The energy from the sun makes me drunk
The energy from the sun is laced with white rum  
It’s like grapes running on the vine filling the distillery 
with several barrel of wine and choking the pipes.

The energy from the sun makes me drunk
It weakens my legs, robs me of my sleep
 and purge the sweat out of me,
leaving my body soaking wet
while I am gasping for breath

The space inside is warm and
temperature around me is mounting
up to the skies
and the fire ball is rolling its eyes.

I am struggling to get things done
For the energy from the sun is
Is pulling weapons and guns
It is extracting the substance from me
and scattering it all over the sea.

The earth is overwhelmed and the
galaxy is running out of time
for the sun and the moon to come in line
the pressure in the earth cannot bear  
 the universe weight, and so it affixes itself to man
to foster the burden of the land.

I woke up this morning and a strange energy
 was moving around the town and something divine was
keeping me alive, it is a strange force that I have
never felt before and it keeps moving from shore to shore.

When it will end, I cannot tell but
Something must be done 
or you will all melt in the sun.

The burning bush you can see
but you cannot empty the ocean or the sea
where there is smoke there is fire and
the sacrifice is waiting at the altar.

The energy from the sun is warm
The energy from the sun hits you before dawn
The submarine is at the bottom of the sea
And a two-thousand-pound bomb is waiting for thee.

It’s going to be piercing hot,
 you have got to empty the parking lot
the energy from the sun is stroking the ground
the energy from the sun is moving around.

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Alison A Smith September 19, 2026 at 12:47 AM A powerful, incantatory free-verse piece, with the repeated refrain “The energy from the sun makes me drunk” giving it the force of a warning chant. The feverish imagery—rum, distilleries, choking pipes, fire, oceans, weapons, and a burdened Earth—creates a vivid sense of heat as both physical suffering and cosmic threat. Its escalating, dreamlike movement makes the final vision of an emptied parking lot and a sun “stroking the ground” feel urgently apocalyptic.