Gareth Writer-Davies

by Horror Sleaze Trash on March 15, 2013

Black eyed sue

 

Gareth WD is a Norse God, pale of eye and wrathful in his vengeance. But aside from that, he is a gardener based in Letchworth Garden City and is currently working on a project involving the world’s first roundabout. His blog is at garethwriterdavies.wordpress.com and he is published here and sometimes there…

 

BAR CRAWL IN JEREZ

 

you’ve got the spanish look

-takes time to fake that-

so how come

you have the attention of the bar

and we haven’t left the airport yet

 

five sherry wines

a vodka chaser

in heels

but your eyes draw a taxi

to the kerb

 

dusk discreet

on San Salvador

as we shoot the hill-

sweet odour of grapes

through the air con

 

exhaling

we throw coins at the driver

miss a few seconds

crossing Calle Larga

 

licking clean

our fingers and lips

we make hot dates for later

 

it’s only half past eight

 

waiting for the Virgin de la Mercad

we take another twenty shots

and there she is

point blank

 

running a finger

you unloop your stiletto

“God is Great!”

 

beheading a virgin

is not normal behaviour

 

we fashion tablecloths

to capes

vanish

in digital

 

regeneration at the Alcazar

still thirsty

 

still drop dead gorgeous

 

the old mosque

our last stand Osama style

as we climb minarets

and spray the city with five types of kindness

 

 

BLACK EYED SUE

 

a woman pretending

to be a man

pretending to be a woman

 

and there she is

with biceps

in a little flowery dress

 

L.A

where the tits are falling out of bras

the lipstick is smeared

and it’s a beautiful mess

 

pulling back the lens

the ruined dream

of a city defined

by the consumption of itself

is shouting at strangers

 

black eyed susan

 

crying into the barbeque

hating the flamingos

at the Diner stop

 

once a charming child

she never grew out

of her tomboy look

 

but doing her best

she’s pleasing a man

who listens well

and who’d make a lousy bridesmaid

 

all the way to the top

a woman made a man made a woman
and fucked her good

 

 

PISSED

 

My brain is twice as big

The sugar cane I snapped

Is giving me hits

I need a shit in the woods

 

The market square was a rage

I trod in something that crunched

 

I don’t know what I’ve done

I had rain in my head then burning heat

I have no liability

 

There is a man walking up to me

Reluctant sparrows in his eyes

I am worth more than any damn coolie

 

I’ve taken life

And now I leave it

An old grinning beast

Pissed in the sun

 

 

 

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