Scenes from
BRUISED
( excerpt 4 )
WARNING: SOME LANGUAGE AND CONTENT MAY OFFEND!!
Friday / 11.28pm / he is walking / a brisk pace and
a firm pavement for companionship / rancid petrol poetry and a
stinking neck-tie of colours strangling the day into darkness
/ the chill settles in a dirty sweat /
locked my door / wound my watch and turned my back
on Friday night / drunk with derelicts / vomited into the leather
of jackets/ bound in black insulation tape / as the day withdraws
into the horizon / behind the motorway bridge / the concrete of
the bridge /the fumes / as the sun is squeezed in behind a tyre
factory /a line of trucks cars pushing their tired throats / towards
night / a city / its edges hazy in the dusk / streets and houses
stretched /
the heat / the heat / the heat stretches /
heat stretches from the dance floor and cradles me
in its sweaty embrace / I'm caught at the edge / caught by the
sight of red hair / flicking / small beads / sweat / from the
tangled ends of her hair / red skin flayed by the rhythm / as
she bruises the floor /
with her black boots / tightly laced eyelets / running
up her calf / towards / her thighs / rolling into / the curve
of her hips / sucked into the depression of her groin / stretching
up through her waist / driven by the rhythm / 2 breasts / neck
/ head /
eyes / nose / mouth / slipping between the rhythms / bodies unwrapping
their heat / beads of sweat flicking from the end of red hair
/ stretches out into the darkness / Friday / image flooded
footsteps / the beat of something irish and ajig -a jig - ajig
ajig jig / for katie / the music unwinds / for katie / as uncle
mick / moves forward to the mic / for katie / as he addresses
the crowd / held in the heat pulses racing /
for katie!
I'D LIKE TO DEDICATE THIS NEXT SONG TO MY NIECE
KATIE / OH YOU HAVE YOUR MOTHER'S EYES / YOUR FATHER'S NOSE /
YOUR GRANDMOTHER'S MOUTH / YOUR AUNTY'S NECK / AND YOUR GRANDFATHER'S
CHEST / NO ONE'S PERFECT MY DARLING / AND HAIR LIKE FLAME / STOLEN
FROM THE GODS / BURNING WITH THE BRIGHTNESS OF THE RADIANT ORB
/ IGNITING THE DAY INTO LIFE / AS WE
for fuck's sake uncle mick / don't be such a
tosser / you silver tongued charmer / I don't know what to say
/ particularly since we have a situation developing /
A SITUATION YOU SAY/ YOUNG CATHERINE ?
yes uncle mick / a situation / developing / . . .
the room is silent / dust settles in the stillness
/ all heads turn towards -
me!
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