Micro Opera #1: Tumbling Grumbleweed


SLOTH Stirgill7DeadlySins
SLOTH by Carlton Scott Sturgill

Characters: Carl & Jeremy – a gay couple in their late 20’s. Both are baritones

Carl sits on the couch in his living room looking at his smart phone. He makes the occasional, swipe casually with his finger, slouches further down and puts a leg up on the coffee table. His boyfriend, Jeremy, comes in the room. 




I don’t know

It’s all bull shit


from bulls


What’s bull shit?


Every God Damned thing. Trump, Fox News, Pokemon is 25 years old!


Well, Mr. Grumbleweed…


I hate it when you call me that, Jeremy


I only call it when that’s what your being. Now remember, Beth and Ben are here for dinner at eight


Can’t wait – Beth and Ben – sounds like a sitcom


Don’t let the fact that I do everything around here keep you from vacuuming this room


I won’t


We should get a zoomba someday


Only if it comes with a cat attachment

Jeremy exits into the kitchen


I don’t wanna

Can’t make me

Nah, nope, no

Won’t do it

My but is stuck to the couch

my eyeballs glued to the phone

I could get up and do some shit but

I don’t wanna


Grumblweed Choir

I don’t wanna

Can’t make me

Nah, nope, no

make your boyfriend crazy

Carl, ya know, you’re such a slug

won’t even move if you get mugged




My limbs are heavy – too heavy to lift

I am suspended in misery

I just want to sit

Is that ok?

To sit and not be lectured?


Requirements of society

Piety and obedience to an entity stuck in Orthodoxy

Explain that one to me Rabbi!

Why should I obey you?!

I see a wall

A wall one hundred feet tall

Made of glass brick

I see the other side thick with potential

The possibility of possibility

The known unknowns

The dream of a someday

Hard and clear and cold this wall of glass

a hundred feet tall

which keeps me from reaching my fulfillment

reaching my fulfillment


I am meant to fill something

Meant for something…I don’t know…terrific

I do not know

Am I meant for greatness?

Is it meant for me?

I am great – my parents always said

My parents always said I was the best

What ever it was they always said I was the best

What can I be – should be – could be…would be…could be

Oh, I don’t know.


Oh Carl – poor Carl – Sad Carl


Are you done with your pitty party?

I didn’t fall in love with you because you were a tumbling grumblweed – you know

I love you

I love you

you find your way out of the tumbleweeds

you emerge from darkness into light

you give me hope for tomorrow


There’s not much light from here Jeremy


You are my light, Carl


Not right now

This is not the Utopia we were promised


That promise was a lie

It should die and we should be free to build a world of our own imagination


We’re too old


What do you want, Carl?!


I want everyone to shut the fuck up


And then what?


So then I can think


And when you can think – what then?


Then I would be able to see

Able to see that we are not what we thought we would be together

Jeremy – It’s not working

I think I should leave tonight


But our dinner with Beth and Ben


You’ll have to do the vacuuming yourself – I’m not good husband material, Jeremy.


Carl! You can’t just leave like that!


Carl puts on his coat, grabs his phone and walks out the door

 The End


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