May 2018
Writer on the look
‘You are ashamed of me, sayang. I know you She discards her shorts and tosses them on
are.’ Her sadistic aura and slurred speech the bed she shares with her man and men of
stings like a honeyed venom through my bad fruits. The emerald ring radiates like a
psyche. The little girl in me gouges her eyes fiery beacon against her scale-like fingers, a
out, eats them for dinner and spews out my token of my poor father’s love for his
own face. She is blind to the night call of a rebellious young wife. My mother. Our Linda.
phantom singer who pays a visit to Linda as he Thirty years sentenced to his jailhouse motel
cuts the strings off from her body like a broken madness by the signed contract of drag
wooden puppet doll. Her domestic world is aunties and chain necklaces have delivered
shut; she is flying home towards a suicidal the final blows to her head, breast and feet.
music festival with her past paramour. 1969
Woodstock is waiting and celebrating her ‘Ride the snake, ride the snake, ride the
arrival in a hippie camper van of vivid colours. snake.
Wrinkled baby-arms probe impatiently inside Father, I want to kill you. Mother,
their former mothers’ nests to shoot fast bullet I want to fuck you
of swimming tadpoles; to seek security,
warmth and pleasure. This is a beautiful image There’s a killer in the house and a family will
of gods copulating with monsters in the die before dawn. I gaze at the long serpent
garden of poets and politicians. The master, of seven miles, touch her cold fragile skin and
the brother, The Lizard King chants to his offer my white orchid to Linda to end her
serpent sister in a welcoming foreplay. nights of secret sports and tender perjuries
and for her coming home from caged
‘The blue bus is callin’ us. The blue bus is callin’ debaucheries. Taking her hand, I ride the
us.I am lighted again! Dance with me, adik.’ reptile through the summer rain in the blazing
Strange scene pirouette in my mind desert under the apricot spotlight. She
seductively as I watch her body ignite with an smothers my lips until we puke cherry wine of
old flame, like a race car competition, until she rust and salt, flowing like a river from her eggs
reaches the border of her homeland, driving to my engines; sucking on her sugar-flavoured
fast and wild to win the famous grand trophy lollipop still. Our purities are extinct; we are
of blood, tears and gold. The green tudung two incognitos in the heated dry sandstorm.
has burnt away; its ashes are scattered among We descend rapidly like two trapped
her dandruff-hair and blowing stubbornly in cannonballs that are hungry to be released
the stenchful wind of liquor and love. Naked for the destruction of an innocent town. Once
slaves of physical harmonies and emotions the fireworks kiss the citizens and embrace
grind against one another on the grass of their children, explosions of bright confetti will
grey-fluid earth. Linda arrives home. A wild be a triumphant celebration among carnies
serpent hunting for rats and sex. She hisses; and cannibals of our blood. Her new people
‘Where are you?’ ‘ will dance on future generations around a
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.’ bonfire where they burn fresh condoms, torn
clothes and pious peers. A new song of
Morrison provokes behind her, his long pink musical moans and orgy orchestras will
tongue poking and invading my home. The become the national anthem as two serpents,
beautiful union of brother and sister. ‘Here. two Lindis, brother and sister, recoil
Always.’ I mumble. She smiles sweetly at me, incestuously on sigils all around the country as
her sharp intake of breath a greeting gesture they praise joyously for the return of their king
as she tastes of glitter and guitar with rock ‘n’ and queen.
roll in her womb.
An alien sensation stirs in the cloudy room of
smoke, sweat and stained sofas. ‘Come here
and kiss your mother.’
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