Flat Of Angles Part 3

And now for the third part of four-part late night tales story

Flat of Angles

Written by Simon Cleary

And read by me Benendict Cumberbatch

I just can't access my thoughts

Or put them into words

I think now my brain recycle been awaiting deletion

Still no reply to my text, I send to its...

Oh, let me see

9:48, and it's now 10 o'clock

She hasn't texted to me in response

To my imploring, longing, yearning message

Full of wiring sudden grief

Thus, morning!

How are you?

I enjoyed our journey in the dark so can't wait last night!

Back at my place, looking forward to the gig tonight

What time can you get there?

Where is Rhythem Factory?

Have a great day!

Kiss

As many questions as possible all crying out for response

Surface lightness, reflective even

Asking after, referring to events our showing her I'm thinking of her

The kiss bow

That was contemplative for a good five minutes althought we held hands briefly

Near McDonald's on the Earl's Court Road last night

I don't know that was to forward the kiss, too presumptuous now

But, her touch, sent a clean electric impulse through me

Up my mind, into my brain

It cuts through the K, the sodium light

The rain I longed to protect her from my arms

Now he's check of the message this phone results

A little clutch of pain somewhere of the sanity is heart

The snails are climbing all over the wall in my bathroom

There is a bush outside the window

When it rains if I've left the window open

Which I need to, sometimes

They crawl in

The iridescent tracery they leave on

Unknown journey sparkles in the bob light

I take a Tesco-bag glove and gather them

Bundle them out the window

My time spend with you before the war

She said she was going to Spain, hoped it wouldn’t rain

Heard it wouldn’t rain. I wanted to go too

She said she was a solo traveler

But it was her rule

She goes on journeys alone

With plenty to read

Recommend some books, so that perhaps a thought of me would go with her

Perhaps I am the only thought she had

Or more probably, she never thought of me, as I did of her

I wanted to say these things

But there was always a wall around me

I could never tell people how much they meant to me

I could tell others how much I hated some people

But could never even tell a friend I appreciated their company

Until I’d had 10 cans, then it would descend into a stereotypical drunken

“You’re my best mate, you are.”

So we opened that bottle of absinthe, and sat on the couch

I knocked a copy of The Face onto the floor

The Face

And cleared away a few cans with my boots

We turned to face each other there

An my knee touched hers

I looked at our knees together

Hers at the top of the black leather boots, hidden in grey woollen tights

With little bobbles on them

Her knee moved imperceptibly away

But I felt it

I looked up to her face

As she said “Drink a shot with me, and look me in the eye as you do.”

We did

I didn’t feel the effect of the alcohol

But her eyes gave me a warm glow

I was swallowed by them

As she swallowed the green liquid

I couldn’t get enough

We did it again and again

Rinse, then repeat

As needed

Well, we were fabric for a drama bass night

We were about to bow about four

Just getting our coats, when we were

Tim getting some sorts of trouble

With the coat room attendant, he lost his ticket

She said "we'd have to wait until the end to get the coat

So we had to sit outside

By the meat market, in the freezing cold

At least wear our coats

Until 8, when it was finally over

Tim's was only coat hanging around in the middle of this desert

And then Tim, put his hand, in his jeans' pocket

And pulls out a sweat rubbish ruffled ticket

Saying "I had it all along"

Doug, saw this, he just screws his hands up into his face

Forces them to his side

Shaking, grating his teeth, groaning

Moving off slowly, muttering "fuuuuuuuu(ck)"

"Fuuuuuuuu(ck)" Oh no, my number will be on her phone

They’ll know

I need to get round there and delete the calls

So it

Out of the strong, came forth sweetness

It says that on the tins of Lyle’s Golden Syrup

Have you ever noticed that?

It has a picture of a lion, dead

Surrounded by bees, buzzing around

And feasting on the lion’s innards

It is from a Biblical story

Someone was going somewhere

Saw the lion dead in the sunshine

And carried on

On his way back

The bees had started to form a hive within the lion

And were creating honey

Hence out of the strong...

I have enough here to join her, to join the lion

I can’t walk around the block once more, again

I’ve been doing that for years, and I have never escaped

I don’t even know why I’m doing it

I’m going nowhere, like those snails, except out the window

The streets are full of mercenary eyes

Veins full of evil serum

90 degrees from window

Right down to its gables

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