Smithereens Press Chapbooks 'Zero at the Bone' by David Wheatley | Page 50

SCENE SIXTEEN
MCDONALD
I could hardly see a thing in the dark
but I saw him, I saw that son of a bitch
bury his ‘luggage’ over there in the ditch,
like a fox or badger going to work.
Then he brushed himself down and off he went.
Maybe he’s hoping to find it again by the scent.
So my surprise when he turned up here was a bit...
feigned. This guy... I know what he’s about,
his little riddle of the sands. Blackguard.
But then he’s hardly the only one around.
I’ve been keeping an eye on our Irish friend
while Perdue’s away, and if there’s a priest
in these parts, he might want to have a word,
and get a certain something off his chest.
She too might want to reconsider
if slipped a word by a... let’s say an insider.
[Struck by the pun.] ‘Inside her’. The thought of that amadán
inside her is more than enough to madden
any mother’s son. But what’s that ‘she
might want’? That relationship, I’d say,
belongs emphatically in the past tense.
The lights are out on that ballroom of romance.
He may have done his share of happy roaming
but the only place it’s led him, I should think,
the only ‘Love Again’ this guy has coming,
is a three-in-the-morning bachelor wank.

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