Monday, 22 December 2008

Late night closing


Lee Evans ‘A blotchy, bloody ‘H’, I am going to LOIF tomorrow, Hayridge?....I suppose we’ll be on ‘rough duty, It’s a picture’. The frame kicked a ball across the room, ‘turn it round, and pull of the brown paper……!!!Ronnie Corbett’ ‘Tis I’
I guided Nina through the secret passage, ‘it’s dark’, click, a library, click, above the panel, ‘to leave find my ladies book’
castle walls, the cobbled paths, eery hamlets, witches, spell casting, I’ve got some fudge, me too, or with love, feed each other and love it, as we lay in the prison. Armed Nicky and Mrs Alfred stood up the corridor, running steps to the lavatory, they turned, the door opened, and the light went off, 'cover me', and into the bathroom, two footprints knelt either side of the lavatory, the cistern let out a gurgling scream, and tiles fell one by one onto the scales, the door slammed, a gush of steam fell, the lamp shade shook. bang, bang came from behind the panels, ‘Kerry’, ‘Hello’, a locked door lay in front, ‘bongo’, ‘bongo’, a billow of red cloud, a purple flame, a satin sleave, and a nail tapped the top shelf, ‘Ali Bongo’, acurled shoe, twinkled through the library, and vanished. I crossed the third floorinto Annas bedroom. Floppy nightcap, with Peter Rabbit ears, and co-ordinated furry slippers, I pulled of the bedspread, the sideboard rattled, the panes pommelled, the curtain flew up, and the window banged, then two fish flew in, I crumpled between, a welsh dresser, and leaning cupboard, door opened, closed, a still empty room, I sat on the hearth. ‘Poop a boo/Poo la la/ Poo Poo/ bow’, fanfare organ, the air rotated, and bubbles flowing up the chimney, I disappeared. The clock struck..to be cont

No comments:

Post a Comment