And a friend saying to The Duke, back in the day, "Just go an have a wank, get it out your system."
But then no, because who has the time in this day and age for to be masturbating? What with the notions needing fired fore a man can even consider it, what with the reading materials required for after the act when the body needs to be calm for a time, when the heart needs to limp back to the Regular Pulse, when the arms and the lungs and miscellaneous sink back into position, what with the four hours of weeping afterwards on account of the self-loathing?
Who the fuck, I say, has the time?
Crawlin out past the bouncers, gore-drenched warriors reaching out the bunkers, coughin enemy fire out the guts, but it's ok, Sinéad and Anna, they're talkin bout the Phil Lynott statue, I'll just listen for a time.
He's the spit of your Da, runs the chat, and then aye, makes it all the more weird, what with me wantin for to fuck Phil in five, if'n he wasn't dead an all.
But wait, where's Sir Fleming?
"He's inside wi' Ellen, said he was in no fit state of mind for to think about letting go of the wall."
Pip, bass-playin fella, one of Sinéad's wonderful acquaintances, he's offerin me a light, asking me how we been spending our time here in this glorious city, anyhow?
"Tell the truth", I say, "I been kinda on the look-out for the, y'know, the Ladies Of The Night."
What I don't tell him is, in all honesty, I'd settle for a Lad Of The Late-Afternoon.
Pip shrugs, he says "Well, you are in the city."
He's right, I am in the city, stood on Harry Street on a Saturday night, or Sunday morning technically, and not a drip of the sticky been dropped.
What I don't tell him is anything that insinuates I wasn't joking.
What I don't say is how, few streets back, myself and Sir Fleming passed a lass stood by a lamp-post, thighs alive wi commerce, and for sure, I don't think she had any teeth, but who the fuck am I for to get all body fascist, this shambling caffeinated awkward gangly bust-yap fucker reduced to looking for to pay for a couple minutes a the kinda shame takes fourteen baths and a month spent in the grip of a support group for to get rid of?
Article comments
1 - Bennett
I think I remember having nights like that.
The nightmare vision continues. Seems like a black and white adventure, colorized years later in reds and greens by someone who sees only the stark madness.
Loved the part about uncertain communication, looking for clear signs that don't materialize.
Thanks Duke.
2 - Aaron, Duke De Mondo
thank you bennett. its nearin the end, onlookers will be glad as all hell to know. i'd say two more parts, three tops. i get the feelin this feels different to the rest, maybe im just bein paranoid. but regardless, it trundles on.
again, thank you bennett
3 - DJRadiohead
Good show, Duke. This is the way to start a morning... beats the hell out of doing anything resembling work first thing in the morning.
I think you are right... there is a different feel to this one. Which I suppose makes sense. Pt 1-4 were all about getting to the meeting. So was some of Pt 5 up to the point where the meeting starts. Pt 6 - we're at the show now. Makes sense it would feel different. Somehow even a bit darker, menacing. But lust, desparation, disillusionment, and Red Bull don't feel or look anything like pink bunny rabbits.
And more yet to come? Outstanding. I was fearing 6 was going to be the conclusion.
4 - Aaron, Duke De Mondo
DJ, thank you man. i was suprised a tad at how menacin the whole thing feels, readin over it again now. but it's accurate with regards the state a man was in, thats for sure.
im glad you're still diggin it, friend.
5 - Sinéad
"Moses with better breasts"
heh - cheers......*blush*
6 - gypsyman
Continuing to amaze and astound. Joyce if he were taking something he found in a back ally couldn't have done it better.
will we be having Duke nights in Belfast in the near future? Instead of a one day polite reading in a pub, a Post-modern horror show stumble through fetid stink holes that pass for nightspots and bars spread over a week's worth of non indulgence save for caffeen. if there is justice we will.
You don't need drugs and alcohol to be freaked, in fact the trip is lot scarier straight.
masterful again a la mondo
7 - DJRadiohead
You don't need drugs and alcohol to be freaked, in fact the trip is lot scarier straight
I have resembled that sentiment a time or two myself. Wow.