HER WITH NO FIX BUT AN ICE CREAM.A Poem by Terry CollettA GIRL JUNKY AND HER BOYFRIEND MEETING IN LONDON IN 1967.
The sun was out strong
and there were ducks and swans on the water in the park and Julie was there with you clothed in her hippy dress and her hair let loose and unbrushed in sandaled feet beside you on the park bench she had her legs out straight in front of her as if she were making sure they were still there need a fix she said need it like hell you took in her eyes lightless as if someone had switched off the bulbs in the rooms of her head can’t they give you stuff back at the hospital? you asked they’ve no idea they’re stuff shirts and narrow heads she said that ward sister doesn’t no s**t you sat and looked away some kid was feeding ducks at the fence enjoying the excitement of the feeding process lost on the less innocent it’s all if you do this such and such will result and if you take such and such this may go away she said bitterly how about an ice cream up there on the rise of the hill? you said she pushed her hands between her legs as if to push back the fix hunger as if that will solve the fix s**t she said didn’t say it would but it sure tastes good you said gently seeing the kid clap her hands for more bread Julie got up and walked away and you followed watching her hips sway unsteadily like a ship buffeted by rough seas she spoke over her shoulder said words about her parents the rich middle class suckers about the do-gooders who came to the ward with their bright eyes and second hand faith you just listened walking beside her her hands going up and down by her sides as if out of control how about that ice cream? you said watching her eyes staring ahead I know what you’re after she bellowed either my soul to save or a quickie in bed an old woman on a park bench gazed at her passing by with that o dear me look in her ancient eye you asked about maybe take in the art gallery look at the Moderns you had neared the ice cream van and she stood there looking with her eyes on the menu on the side hands motionless and still what are you having? you asked a fix if I could but that ice cream with chocolate flakes and sauce will do for now she said and so you bought two from the Italian looking guy and gave her one and kept one yourself and walked on back by the water and bridge she quiet slow walking you eating and sucking no thought of sex or her fix or side room f*****g. © 2013 Terry Collett |
StatsAuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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