Love..............a song

MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again Oh, no!

Downing the Dancing Queen

One from the vaults.................

It all started on Wednesday as I was tucking into a Big Ranch Microwave Quarter Pounder and some McCains. Gets a phone call from the estranged Mel asking if I wanted to go to a 70’s fancy dress disco. No mention of the porn ring or a sniff of an apology but I thought I’d let sleeping dogs lie. I said I’d go and dug out me platform boots and white jumpsuit. She was going as Agnetha and wanted me to be her Benny.

Turned up the place and it was full of the usual Croydon pram faces and a few surly youths drinking Stella and tugging at their groins. Mel looked more Aggie from How clean is your house than Agnetha from ABBA but she was still attracting lurching lads at the side of the dance floor. There was nowt there that I was interested in so I just stuffed my face at the free buffet and got trolleyed.

It was getting near closing time when YMCA came on and me and Mel made a dash for the dance floor. Mel slipped on half a sausage roll and pulled me down with her. I put my hand out to break my fall and connected with a pint glass that this bint in a halter neck and afro had put on the floor while she snogged a bloke from Showaddywaddy. Blood started spurting out me hand and wrist. It was going everywhere. Mel fainted as usual. She can’t even look at her own tampons without blacking out. Things were looking serious so the bouncer phoned 999 and tied a pair of tights round my arm to try and stop the bleeding. By the time the ambulance arrived my jumpsuit was covered in blood and I was feeling a bit woozy.

5 minutes later I’m back at Croydon General and rushed in for a quick stitch up. They couldn’t knock me out cos I was bladdered but I didn’t feel a thing. They were gonna have to keep me in for observation but no free beds so they stuck me in a corridor in a wheelchair.

An hour later and I was gasping for a fag so I asked this dumpy nurse with sparse hair and glasses if she’d wheel me outside for a ciggie. She mumbled something under her breath in Portuguese and took me out to the main entrance of A&E.

I was sat there in my bloodstained ABBA jumpsuit lighting up for a second time when this skinny man who smelled of wee staggered over. He swayed about for a minute and squinted his eyes and said ‘Can I have a taxi to Thornton Heath mate‘.............................

Love.............a poem

Angel breath fills our very being
Shining souls with velvet blood
A creeping dusk, the vampire hunger
Dark crimson tears obscure the light.

Wings strive to rise on morning mist
Held back by fear and icy words
Sinking under tumbling waters
Breathless, drowning in the dark.