Tom Foolery

Two O’clock Monday morning
Foveaux Street was like a ghost town
Except for a handful of us
Liquored to the eyeballs
Making our presence felt
Doing the fandango
A Sunday night lock in down at the X
An old bar transformed into fun house
Debauchery at it’s finest and most ridiculous
The love addicts brought the circus to town and made the carnival start
Stalking the floor boards under a dim red glow in the back room
There you were
With kohl lined eyes that smeared and melted into panda eyes by the nights end
Shirtless and unloading your lusting pleas into the microphone all hungry and predatory
An aura of fornication and brutality
A silver snake spine wrist chain made from the vertebrae of a python
And inked skin
One tattoo, two bluebirds with the words
‘To my one and only true love’ yourself
Cause you can’t trust women to stick around

I’ve been missing you
Love and kisses to boot

When the X closed it’s doors for the night
The love addicts and an entourage of drunken weirdos’ sprawled out
Onto Foveaux Street
Heading towards Joes
In the kitchen the fluros’ were buzzing
And cockroaches were on the prowl investigating left overs
We were handing around a rolled up five dollar note thanks to generous Joe
Everything was strange, distorted, thrilling, grimy.
I was wearing my route 66 boots and an evening dress
You said “hey, great boots baby”
You were wearing a pair of snakeskin boots and scarlet pants
You said “ lets swap boots for the night”
You wrote your number on my arm
Said “ call me tomorrow and we’ll swap back”
But we never did.
This was an alternate world, a parallel universe
Where the stars twinkled brightly
And the ocean roared along with the night owls
And the music never stopped
And daylight never came round to shed light
On the darkness.
Sometimes I long for that carnival to start
The neon frowns to fade into the blackness
And the warm,
The warm embrace of the night
The judgements and criticisms of daylight to pale into insignificance
Under the dim red glow in the back room
To shed the suits off business types and lull them into the funhouse
Bare and brazen.

I’ve been missing you
Love and kisses to boot

You coloured in the world
With big bloody red brush strokes
Memories and snapshots of hard drinking, hard love
And bruised hearts on torn sleeves
There were belly laughs and open arms
There was always something crazy going on
We’d feast on each Others words
Declarations through clouds of camel cigarettes and bourbon soaked vocal chords
And thankyou for introducing me to Peking duck

There’s no one like you
Love and kisses to boot
And Kisses to boot baby
Kisses to boot
Kisses to boot
There’s no one like you
No one like you
No one like you