All entries for Thursday 10 February 2011
February 10, 2011
Eat your dinner silently as
you stare at each other without seeing
what you saw in each other.
scrape your leftovers into the red bin
Oh shit you’re supposed to put food in the blue bin!
Now she’s gonna be mad. Maybe if you
get that kitchen towel and scrape it
from one bin to the other?
too late she’s in the room she’s seen
what you’ve done and she’s
screaming again but she’s not
screaming with anger she’s just
screaming because you’ve both forgotten how you
to be able to talk to each other softly after making love,
lying in your cramped single bed with the
light’s on after shagging each other with your clothes on.
You take out the green bin. The green bin is safe.
can’t go wrong with a bit of recycling
eco-friendly dave, that’s you, conscientious you
care about whales and lions and even krill cos
even though it’s not documented, krill have a rough time of it too.
Out in the yard outside the front of the house you
knew was just a temporary thing before you
got your big break
then came matrimony and lying and fucking your secretary soon became
making love to your secretary
and soon you were standing under moonlight in Paris
and the moon was dripping down your back
and Mary was crying after the meal
and you didn’t put your arm around her.
Glass bottles for bottling your liquid aggression
and cans full of corporate thought
you look over at the neighbours bins and their
recycling bin is empty,
why is it empty? are they on holiday?
Their audiis are outside, both of them, one green and one red.
You look to your left and your right and there’s
no one in sight so you leap as a fox
an urban fox in the dark
over their stone wall barrier
and you open their black garbage bin
and tear open the bin liner and out spills
Arseholes fucking arseholes man they’re killing the world their killing the environment
fuck them fuck them fuck them fuck them
Don’t they know there are starving children in Ethiopia?
This is the end of the line
you’re tired of letting people slide into this middle class individualism
selfish selfish selfish selfish
Let them eat fire
let them eat petrol
let them drink their fill of smoke
who knew that rags and fuel could fuel a vendetta against the riches
the fire crackles behind the glass
glorious recyclable glass
do they know their house is on fire?
let them sleep in the fire
let them warm their hearts
oh shit man there was a dog inside and the dog
man it’s going fucking mental it won’t stop barking
it won’t stop barking
it won’t stop barking
head back inside to the cupboard by the stairs
take the extinguisher out. She
watches you but she doesn’t say anything she just
watches you leave with the red extinguisher
you’ve never used one before so she’s going to
watch you struggle
watch as you try to stop the flames
fuck man this is a carbon dioxide extinguisher!
you’re fueling global warming you idiot
but the dog won’t stop barking
maybe you can get to the shops and buy a new water extinguisher?
shops probably sell extinguishers.
now their’s this
screaming. Is it her? Is it one of the neighbours? This
screaming is getting closer and louder and it’s filling your brain with
screaming man it won’t go away.
and there are blue lights in your eyes and the red of the fire
is melting into your retinas
blue, red and green...
...and the grey of the police cell.
Will Mary remember to sort out the recycling?