Shamwow – a novello
SAIL SHAM VESSEL. FLY.
Sail sham. Fly on by. Boat, barge, raft, canoe, dingy, liner, pedalo, fun park swan, inflatable banana boat. All one. All one.
All one in unity. Ride in my salty scratchy tears. Slide on by. Powered by mucus flowing, glooping, forming within me. Mucus flowing. Bile rising. Swallow. Hard.
United in eulogy. In loss. Lies. Truth gone. But no. Not gone. Burning. Invisible. Unseen. Indefatigable.
Truth. The truth grunts and slobs and plops its way through the undergrowth of the vicious teeth of sham. Sham. S. – H. – A. – M. One letter away from its pulsating inner sanctum. One trembling letter away from redemption.
E.
The E hangs in the ether. Quivering. Trembling. Burning to be homed. Begging for its endless placing. Put me there. Let me home. Let me become. Let me be ‘E’. Demanding. ‘Give me my E-ness’. Now!
Spell me. Make me. End me. The burning desire eclipses all. The E must be homed. Returned into the final sunset. S. H. A. M. Empty. Bereft. Longing. Unpartnered. Mocked. The face of a clown. Tear. Trickle. Puppet strings. Fetchless.
No more! No! No More! The coupling must be done. The ‘E’ triumphs. Ending where it began. Alive. Gulping in its fill. Greedy, lascivious. Cuckolding the original. Remorseless. E. – E. – E. – E. the gentle chant of righteousness echoes in chambers. Writhing, fornicating fuelled by the scents and viruses of ages. The word is spelled. S. H. A. M. …………..E. Done! Shame. Sssssshhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaame.
With a light frisson of knowing the glistening word flutters into being like a stunted butterfly scorched by ambition and shredded, dripping. Oozing bovine excretia.
Stink. Rank. Ridiculous. Sham. Over. Shame now. S.H. S.H.aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame.
B. S. The initials always reveal their final destiny. Always there. Known in the bones. Creaking. Groaning. Carved from the very beginning by Satan’s canine smile. Stalked, ravaged, revealed, released – by the truth. And so the circle closes. Begin. End. Begin. End. Repeat. The end where we begin.
B. S. Always B. S. B – uuuuuuull S – hiiiiiit.
Right that’ll do. What a load of absolute bollocks.
