Lonely Spring Evenings Thinking of You.

Lonesome Spring Evenings, thinking of you.

What will you do when all your friends are enemies and your lover can no longer fit her ankles behind her ears? But she was attractive once wasn’t she? Sure only in that never going to escape the slums way, but attractive all the same.

How did you get that splinter in your lip? You were perfect, unadorned, completely confused. A perfect little muse. I never was one for sculpting though. The years can’t account for that splinter in your lip. Nor the rails on your arms, nor the indents in your legs, or the holes beneath your toenails.

It wasn’t meant to be easy.

Was it something I said that led us to this broken down vehicle? We stripped the wheels, ate the ball bearings and grease as if it was breakfast cereal. The radiator fluids thins it to a pleasant consistency, and a dash of petrol gives it that extra kick.

I can think of all the things we used to do, stripped naked covered in grease and using my balls for bearings. Under that dying sun the only thing we needed radiator fluid for was to strip the nail polish off your fingernails.

That cut running down your wrist seems to be healing slowly. At least the alcohol you imbibe will keep the wound clean. My blackened ear just gets worse though. Your teeth marks still bring an earthy sap to the wounds. I open them early every morning, surely there is any easier way to keep you out of the shower.

The Doctor told me my new teeth should be ready in a week or so, but only if I stop dinking to ease the discomfort. The wine makes my gums swell so the dentures never sit in place. I told him I stopped drinking. He almost believed me. The wine stains had faded from my lips, but the whiskey on my breath was a dead giveaway, he said.

It’s not too late you know...

How would I know Doc? I can’t tell the future, read tea leaves or cards. I’m going to keep on going, keep on running on empty. Toothless, wine stained, naked and greased up using my balls for bearings and radiator fluid to work on my tan.

Lets see how much further i get down that road.

Kind Regards,

H.W.Bones