deadman blues pt2

(Back again at the mausoleum; me and Bridget. Bridget in a gray army coat)
– 1812
– tueseday; four am
- How come we always end up back here
– the walls dripping with the blood of unresolved nights running through the wasted streets of some ancient ghost town. Cold streams of frozen moonlight. Going Nowhere
- I couldn't go faster.

- As the night came crashing in
- we reached the graveyard.
- The helicopter broke down as we re-enter'd. Bridget and Arthur across the river from eachother
– Sister Ray was there too
– Big Black Drama Queen from Abyssinia
– spent the night there
– the four of us
– listening to Radio Ethiopia.
- In the distance dawn began it's fade in from the east and the unknown woman
– had she been there all night too?
– kissed me
– 3rd degree burns
– i'm sure i know her if i really try.

(Back at the Chelsea on 23rd talking to Bill about Evil Old Men Bridget or perhaps it was the unknown woman again, in an unlit corner)
- with a litter of kittens by her feet (playing hide and seek with Steely Dan and her Softmachine. Bill slowly turned towards me and gave me that graveyard stare)
– There are too many entries into the western lands, choose your point of entry wisely (then he got up and left.)
- Smoked a few more watching Bridget
– perhaps the unknown woman from the night before
– (a hundred years ago) by the river
– the graveyard full of ghosts and snakes and as we arrived distant fires lit up the night full of bleeding eyes.
- Bridget held my hand whispering soft incantations
– not sure what they were for
– Bill was there too
– and all his dead cats
– inside the secret tomb
- the secret passage down to the cabaret. Sister Ray
– Big Black Drama Queen (from Abyssinia)
– dancing with Lady Godiva to some schizophrenic hornblower's frenzy. And then
– as from nowhere
– Venus;
- that voluptuous obscenity
– spoon-feeding amnesia to anyone who didn't want it
– and none for the rest of us. (Bridget in the corner.)
- How long have we been here now
– are we dead yet
bridget – i'm not sure
– back at the apartment
– Bridget in the window and me – well ...
- nevermind
– Anyway i swear i never - - -
- Fuck Me Kill Me – she whisper'd
Fuck Me Kill Me – my love
Fuck Me Fuck Me Fuck Me – 'til my eyes stop bleeding
- But i couldn't go faster i couldn't go faster
– i don't wanna i don't wanna i don't (the fuck am i trying to convince anyway)
- Fuck Me Kill Me
- almost begging me
– not tonight my love – not tonight – highway stretch'd from no beginning to no end - a plain of charred human bones – no exit - only friction – absolutely fucking intolerable – blackout – Bridget smoking in the back – s'pose i didn't then – sure i did though – sure i ... nevermind
- why didn't you –
Cunt – Fuck Me – i did - Kill Me – i swear i did – Cunt – get over it bitch – where are we going anyway – dunno – she points to nothing – there she says – then started to howl – fucking scared the ten-thousand beastlike eyes watching us from deep within the walls – back at the apartment i s'pose – another nightmare – waking up alone – no wait – waking up surrounded by – Bridget's face on the wall – in red – blood? – maybe – dunno – is that all that remains of her – could be – could very well be.

Hollow walk the streets of rain – Bridget's gone – again – real gone this time –stopping only to listen to the sounds elastic – unexpected echo turns the city to plastic – beneath a cardboard sky –
She's Gone – blackout – switch – Cindy
- - -

tells me about the time i set her
hair on fire – as if that fucking matter'd – ask'd her about
Bridget – Who? – neveryoufuckingmind –
cunt – gave me a look as if to
say: well fuck
you too – well fuck you
too cunt; i don't need
this fucking shit
so i
got up
and i left
where too –

well - - -

the city was waste and it kept piling up around me as i went by stopping for nothing except for Cindy at the corner of 23rd and whothefuckcares – outside the Chelsea – where Bill once told me: there are too many entries to the western lands – she went on and on about the time i set her hair on fire – as if i really cared – kept asking her about Bridget – who – not really getting anywhere –

Inside the old mansion – a room of some sort – eight by twenty-four by twelve metres – naked – alone – except for ...
John
maybe Joan
telling me repeatedly what an immoral fucking waste of human form i am – well fuck my arse – she didn't so – i did him – wait that doesn't make any fucking – like i give a rat's fuck – Pauline in the corner – white three piece hat sunglasses splatters of black and red paint all over - hand down her pants in the other a big fucking revolver fucking some nameless cunt – a spasmic reflex - pulled the trigger – bang splat – nothing but throbbing smell of burnt flesh and gunpowder – was it good for you too honey – mess of blood and
entrails on the floor –
Cindy still on about her fucking hair – stupid cunt won't shut
THE FUCK UP –
Down the highway again –no sign of Bridget – anywhere – Arthur at the wheel and Bill in the backseat – (ignoring Cindy) - what's that noise – where?
– blackout –
black out – on to the next level – fucking bring it on ...
bring
it
on ...
Inside the mausoleum (wednesday - two am) – nothing but darkness – thick – impenetrable darkness – impregnable – imperishable – not alone in here – something moving inside the walls – watching me – fuck is Bridget when you need her – of on her own i s'pose – outside the icy rain Cindy scratching the frozen ground – clawing desperately – bloody nails and foaming at the mouth – i ... where the fuck's Bridget – twisted old cunt –

Remembrance: - (in brief flashes) – Cinderella on the corner – all made up and dressed down – flagging down johns and joans – the ten-thousand blind - the ten-thousand blind - the ten-thousand blind – watching me - Bridget at the drive-in – out – driven to – ecstasy – point of no return – back at – you know where – 1733 – (thursday just after midnight) – the graveyard – acid rains and the one-eyed old crone –
threw a fit and ended up here – where?

fuck should i know?

- - -
black
out
- - -




Poetry by sweetsisterray
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Written on 2006-03-07 at 11:44

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