There was a spider on
my face not the tattooed
one.
I was in the Bongo
Van delivering drugs
the door was open
and the kids fell out
and the teddy bears
but I made it
to church on time.
We had to sit down
and work something out.
Brickwall and Mouse were
there and we thought
of calling in Lolly Legs
and Fatty Boom Bar
but they
always got the wrong
end of the stick
and went off
and did something stupid
before the plan had been
worked out saying but
I thought that’s what
you said.
We sat down in close quarters.
We figured if we
were in goal
it would be the best place
to be course we
couldn’t have done it
Gumnut course we were
inside.
This was the plan
but we hadn’t decided
what had to be done.
“Maybe we should call in
the poet.” Said Brickwall.
“No no.” I said,
“Only at the
very end of all possible
scenarios do we call him
in to comb our eye brows.”
We had a lot to do.
We drank heavily and smoked
Nepalese hash oil and imbibed
lines of speed.
As it was time for bed,
my wife come in with
tea, milk and sugar.
Mouse said sitting leaning
in a corner, “I can’t
stand it like it is”.
After a moment, he said,
“I think it’s our side that
must come down. They
are the ones who can’t
be trusted. We must
clean out the chicken
coop.”
Before noticing I
noticed the other two
looking at me and me looking
at them as they both looked
at each other.
The Brickwall cut and
snorted a huge line
of speed like a slug
“I’m going to my
Brothel.” He said. He
finished his glass of whisky
standing and said. “Brothers
I disappear. This thing
must be done. No one who
ever knew I existed
will exist.”
He was always one for
big statements.
Once he’d gone Mouse said,
“We tomorrow I won’t be here
to exist.”
He hugged me.
“Are you taking a long
journey?” He said.
“Someone must pull the
pin.”
“Respect. I won’t be
here tomorrow.”
We shook hands.
“Someone must take
care of Baby Jane”.
“He won’t be talking
tomorrow.” Mouse said.
I saw him to the
door and watched
him drive away.
I packed my
children and wife
in the camper van
I ‘d prepped
which had tourist
written on the side
and turned the gas
on in the house.
My wife said as we drove away
“We’ve left the washing in the drier.”
4.20am read
on the dash.
I drove slow.
“We move” I said
with the guinea pigs in
a box in my hands
I flicked the spider
off my face with my
my glasses. They slide
across the floor.
It was a white tail.
“That’s what happens”
I said to myself.
