Venus Calling
November 13, 2010
In the dark, dark city
There is a dark, dark road
And on the dark, dark road
Is a bright, bright light
And by the bright, bright light
There is a red, red box
And in the red, red box
There is a black, black phone
And by the black, black phone
There is a pink, pink card
And on the pink, pink card
There is a short, short name
And the short, short name
is ‘Venus’.
I dial the number beneath the name
And a ring tone hums
Then a woman breathes
inside my ear:
“Hello, this is Venus”
I say
“I’m Venus”
She says
“OK Venus, what do you like?”
So I tell her:
“Seagulls and razors
and seaman…and crabs.”
There’s silence on the line
And I can hear her breathe
I feed her coins, to keep her with me.
She tells me that she’s wet
So I ask
“Are you in the sea?”
Then she starts to talk
about fingers and seams.
She says
“Are you there?”
And I nod down the phone
She says
“Are you there?”
Then she starts to moan.
I hang up the receiver
But ring straight back
She calls me a tease
Then starts to laugh
Then a car slides by
Then a woman with a man
I curl a finger round the wire
And lean against the glass.
And she wants me to come
But I don’t know where.
She asks about my clothes
I tell her I’m bare.
There’s litter on the road
And her breath seems to quicken
I say
“Who are you?”
She says
‘Whoever”.