All entries for Tuesday 15 February 2011
February 15, 2011
Long pause as though the culmination of an argument.
I signed it Whatever it was Then they just let me go
Straight away No punches no chubby hands around my throat.
Then I was out of there None-the-fucking-wiser no.
They kept saying your name it was the only English word.
Lose control for a second They smacked me they beat me hard.
It was the massive one I saw first in that fucking shirt.
There were five of them staring me down like a little rat.
I stumbled around the kitchen looking for an escape
Ran at fatty thought that maybe he’d tip over and fall,
It was like what’s the metaphor? Running into a wall.
Pause. Shift in tone. Contemplative. Solitude, hate, rape.
Nothing is more isolating than to hear a man scream.
But this was fucking, search for words, surrounded seclusion.
Sounds of keys, footsteps, shouting, hands dragging me to my feet.
I thought they were going to kill me, mate, what have you done?
Roger Pierce Timothy and Sir Sean,
Taught me exactly how to live my life.
If only I could say the same for George,
But he was given only bad advice.
The man I really ought to thank is Ian,
He’s the reason that you’re reading this.
Basking in the sunlit Caribbean,
He made that man who likes to kill and kiss.
Gripped by the scent and smoke and sweat,
Dreading the pain of the carpet beater,
Right up until learning the bitch was dead,
My awe was such I can’t commit to meter.
So when you ask me how I want my drink,
I’ll tell you if I choose to give a damn.