2 empty pipes rattling with passion by Penny Goring

wheelchair

you were in a wheelchair in a courtroom

juddering vibrating

pipes rattling so loud

empty pipes rattling with passion

they threw you into my cell

to teach all madness a lesson

irate and shaking you were shouting

with passion

your wheelchair could not contain you

i took you down longhand

on the table over there

i took you into my arms

we fled down corridors with a posse of escapees

we unlocked gates and got gone

sane relaxed women

with bleach-nurtured quiffs

were urging each other to save me

from the hell bent cripple behind me

crying out he’d been abused

i would rather

take under-age swamp boys

those teens tortured by their own eyes

i could make swamp boys believe

under dust-sheets stiffened by ice

i could make sweet smells with

my lunatic fingers

and i will

until i reach the melting ice-rink

filthy slush shovelled by you

i believe only in swamp boys

i believe in my sense of smell

i trust in the grief of the night

became a rattle in the 2

empty pipes in my cell

( Photo by E-Tank http://www.flickr.com/photos/erictankel/7492128668/ )

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2 responses to this post.

  1. […] offerings from Quiet Riot Girl, Penny Goring, Marc Nash and new GPP contributor Simon Marriot, we hope our gift to you will keep you going […]

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  2. love the way this weaves ‘victim’ and ‘perpetrator’ into a complicated web.

    ‘I trust in the grief of the night’ as well

    x

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