Flat Of Angles Part 3

And now for the third part of four-part late night tales story Flat of Angles Written by Simon Cleary And read by me Benendict Cumberbatch I just can't access my thoughts Or put them into words I think now my brain recycle been awaiting deletion Still no reply to my text, I send to its... Oh, let me see 9:48, and it's now 10 o'clock She hasn't texted to me in response To my imploring, longing, yearning message Full of wiring sudden grief Thus, morning! How are you? I enjoyed our journey in the dark so can't wait last night! Back at my place, looking forward to the gig tonight What time can you get there? Where is Rhythem Factory? Have a great day! Kiss As many questions as possible all crying out for response Surface lightness, reflective even Asking after, referring to events our showing her I'm thinking of her The kiss bow That was contemplative for a good five minutes althought we held hands briefly Near McDonald's on the Earl's Court Road last night I don't know that was to forward the kiss, too presumptuous now But, her touch, sent a clean electric impulse through me Up my mind, into my brain It cuts through the K, the sodium light The rain I longed to protect her from my arms Now he's check of the message this phone results A little clutch of pain somewhere of the sanity is heart The snails are climbing all over the wall in my bathroom There is a bush outside the window When it rains if I've left the window open Which I need to, sometimes  They crawl in The iridescent tracery they leave on  Unknown journey sparkles in the bob light I take a Tesco-bag glove and gather them Bundle them out the window My time spend with you before the war She said she was going to Spain, hoped it wouldn’t rain Heard it wouldn’t rain. I wanted to go too She said she was a solo traveler But it was her rule She goes on journeys alone With plenty to read Recommend some books, so that perhaps a thought of me would go with her Perhaps I am the only thought she had Or more probably, she never thought of me, as I did of her I wanted to say these things But there was always a wall around me I could never tell people how much they meant to me I could tell others how much I hated some people But could never even tell a friend I appreciated their company Until I’d had 10 cans, then it would descend into a stereotypical drunken “You’re my best mate, you are.”  So we opened that bottle of absinthe, and sat on the couch I knocked a copy of The Face onto the floor The Face  And cleared away a few cans with my boots We turned to face each other there An my knee touched hers I looked at our knees together Hers at the top of the black leather boots, hidden in grey woollen tights With little bobbles on them Her knee moved imperceptibly away But I felt it I looked up to her face As she said “Drink a shot with me, and look me in the eye as you do.” We did I didn’t feel the effect of the alcohol But her eyes gave me a warm glow I was swallowed by them As she swallowed the green liquid I couldn’t get enough We did it again and again Rinse, then repeat As needed Well, we were fabric for a drama bass night We were about to bow about four Just getting our coats, when we were Tim getting some sorts of trouble With the coat room attendant, he lost his ticket She said "we'd have to wait until the end to get the coat So we had to sit outside By the meat market, in the freezing cold At least wear our coats Until 8, when it was finally over Tim's was only coat hanging around in the middle of this desert And then Tim, put his hand, in his jeans' pocket And pulls out a sweat rubbish ruffled ticket Saying "I had it all along" Doug, saw this, he just screws his hands up into his face Forces them to his side Shaking, grating his teeth, groaning Moving off slowly, muttering "fuuuuuuuu(ck)" "Fuuuuuuuu(ck)" Oh no, my number will be on her phone They’ll know I need to get round there and delete the calls So it Out of the strong, came forth sweetness It says that on the tins of Lyle’s Golden Syrup Have you ever noticed that? It has a picture of a lion, dead Surrounded by bees, buzzing around And feasting on the lion’s innards It is from a Biblical story Someone was going somewhere Saw the lion dead in the sunshine And carried on On his way back The bees had started to form a hive within the lion And were creating honey Hence out of the strong... I have enough here to join her, to join the lion I can’t walk around the block once more, again I’ve been doing that for years, and I have never escaped I don’t even know why I’m doing it I’m going nowhere, like those snails, except out the window The streets are full of mercenary eyes Veins full of evil serum 90 degrees from window Right down to its gables You've been listening to Late Night Tales Music and stories worth staying up for