- Vol. 04
- Chapter 06
On the rocks
That was one hell of a night. Only the terrible time Nicky acquired tattoos, Waking at five to a text Message announcing the sack — No more complacent, obtuse, Dull afternoons at the shop, Watching old movies, for him — That is the only night out Any of us can recall Close to catastrophe like, Anything like, what you’ve done This time around. Would you look, Please, at yourself? You’re a mess. Eyeless, aghast, self-enslaved ... Even old Nicky himself Gawped. He’s impressed. By the whole Damnable absence of flesh Thing. And the headgear. Tell me, What have you done with your left Arm from the elbow on down This time around? That was one Hell of an evening, I know. Evening and morning, I know. Roofs have been raised. Even so, Nobody hankers to see Ribs and the skeletal look Taken to such an extreme. No, this is going too far.
On the rocks
Hey! No point in pointing The finger. “It’s not what you think” — All of that jazz. You fool. Go and apologise now. Somebody’s missing a skull, Probably. Sort yourself out. Later I’ll go to the shop. Plead with Lorraine to forget All of the curses you dropped, Drunkenly high, on her head. Never you mind. She’ll come round. Cover that pelvis, for Pete’s Sake. Seek forgiveness. Expect Wind-borne macabre music Rudely to blow in and out Branching its note into joint, Thigh bone, the gaps that the skin Ought to protect. Boy: repent!