Return to Lawless you can never stay away for long
- a shadow? - an abandoned engine? someone something beckons you back
to the darkness, the danger, the edge of Lawless: kerosene lamps, strung out like fairy
lights illuminate the allotment: discarded motors, chrome car corpses always
hungry, thirsty, gasp for breath on the toxic waste dumpster at the edge
of the block fluorescent skulls and cross bones streak across the bin we scavenge
for loose coins, metallic tools - wrenches to the heart, runaway lines, stray
words that stutter on the edge of your page, hesitate before breaking into song:
speaking shouting purging louder,
increasingly by the minute, crazier: the end of laughter and soft lies
wrapping you up bringing you
fuelled by AA batteries the ghetto blaster propped on a milk crate tower emits a scratchy wail:
I'll never look into your eyes, again
There's a finality there. Again.
And again. And again ...
Before Lawless can one picture it? mortgaged property suburban cul de sac
housing estate long term partner children private school vehicles: not rusted out hoisted on
Dominion Brewery beer crates - not a "contested item" - houses one could enter streets
one could walk up and down institutions you'd cross the threshold of without being
Return to Lawless the man with hollow bones and peppermint breath like Oddfellows
hands you a glass of red in a paper cup someone's slashed the Valiant tyres, he says, you won't
be drivin' it anywhere stay close to me: another glass of red, red wine
a man, ghostly desperately in need of a stranger's hand ...
the flames burn through the night down Lawless Way ashes never waste away the temperature drops to minus three
insistent spokes from the back seat of the Valiant target a spot in your spine
in the Valiant with slashed tyres you fail - don't get stuck on that word -
hold that thought - fail fail FAIL - try again
with slashed tyres in the Valiant you fail to fall asleep for a thousand nights
you don't sleep
don't dream don't fall
for a thousand years you could sleep
but you don't
[interruption to #117. former housemate on mobile. two envelopes from the Magistrates' Court. redirected from undisclosed location postcode 9999. one's a contest mention. you've got to appear. they've ticked a box. plea entered. the second one an adjournment. you can send your lawyer or legal team ... yeah right]
I told you I could never stay away for long.
Things were turning a little crazy without warning
soft lies multiplied, crazier
by the minute
Defeats me every time.
Told you I'd end up back here: the unseen country.
On the edge of town, down Lawless Way
burnt ground a stranger's hand
scorched earth a desperate land
time to find a good rock to bash out the living daylights
time to crush the charcoal