Scenes from

BRUISED

( excerpt 5 )


WARNING: SOME LANGUAGE AND CONTENT MAY OFFEND!!



Friday / 11.28pm/ I turn away from the crowd / and push through the toilet door/ nestling myself in the safety of a cubicle / what the hell is going on / this can't be just the drugs / who are these people / they're loonies / this can't be just the drugs / my mother told me / " never trust the irish / they're too spontaneous / unpredictable / the type of people who are encouraged by revolutionary slogans" / this can't be just the drugs / didn't I just say that / what's going on/ these people are loonies / my mother was right / it's because they're bloody irish / irish bloody loonies / may be they're all on drugs / but why / what am I doing here / maybe it is just the drugs / that's it / I'm just too stoned / it's the drugs / nothing to do with the irish at all / I'm sorry ma / but I think you're wrong about this one / it's just the drugs /

I grab a piece of toilet tissue and give the seat a wipe / extra shine / extra warmth / a small concession to comfort / to help the buttock muscles relax their grip on life's refuse / drop my pants and settle in for what could a long haul / (pause ) darker passions laying in wait / in the uncertain sanitation / mmmgghh thankless children / whose woe begotten voices clamour at the door knobs of heaven/ mmmgghh they struggle against sense / like a salmon fights its way up stream to spawn / brooding with uncertain sanity / mmmgghh in the heat of something irish/ ajig -a jig - ajig ajig jig / mmmgghh / clamouring at the parentless gate of reason / clenched fists / strike at the red air as the crowd storms towards the citadel /

mmmgghh mmmgghh mmmgghh / ahhhhhhhhh a job well done /

someone has just entered the cubicle next to me / the rustle of clothes / the distinctive clatter of pee hitting the side of the bowl / hehehehe hehehehe / god i'm so poetic at times / I must be irish / a satisfied sigh / smooths the fetid air / alas we are brothers in anonymity / locked a world of closeted sounds and disembodied smells / that really is quite poetic - deep in the truest sense of the word / I really must be irish / better not tell mum /( he laughs a lot at this thought and then stops abruptly / )

the pathos of my situation stopped me short / lingering at the edge of an unseen presence next to me / crushed by an all too tangible barrier that keeps us apart / locked in isolation / by the violence of civilisation and rough cast concrete separating us / my cheek rests against the side of the cubicle / I close my eyes / and imagine the shape of the man next to me / neck / head / eyes / nose / mouth / bruised into submission by the propriety of manners that keeps us apart / a tear runs a solitary track down my face / it falls from the edge of my face / lingering before it dissolves in to the urine soaked floor / I'm tired / so tired / the sound of my own breathing / gives way to that of my neighbour / I'm tired / tired of reaching out into the darkness / for a good time ring paula / i'll ring paula / she was fun / well actually she wasn't much fun / but you never know she might have changed / unlikely / but you never know / she might be on new medication / I'm tired / so tired / I feel myself slipping further down the wall as my thoughts descend into the pitiful dribble of regret / I'm tired / I'm so tired / what am I waiting for / who am I waiting for / I'm so tired / so tired

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