Calling Venus

Calling Venus

In the dark, dark forest
There was a dark, dark lane
And down the dark, dark lane
There was a dark, dark town
And past the dark, dark town
There was a dark, dark city
And in the dark, dark city

There was a dark, dark road

On the dark, dark road

There was a bright, bright light

And by the bright, bright light

There was a red, red box

And in the red, red box

There was a black, black phone

And by the black, black phone

There was a pink, pink card

And on the pink, pink card

There was a short, short name

And the short, short name

Was ‘Venus’.

I dialed the number beneath the name

And a ring tone rang

A woman crooned

Into my ear:

“Hello, this is Venus”

I said

“I’m Venus”

She said

“OK Venus – what do you like?”

So I told her:

“Seagulls and razors

and…seaman…and crabs.”

There was silence on the line

And I could hear her breathe.

I fed her coins, to keep her with me.

She told me she was wet

So I asked

“Are you in the sea?”

Then she started to talk

About fingers and seams.

She said

“Are you there?”

And I nodded down the phone

She said

“Are you there?”

Then she started to moan.

I hung up the receiver

But rang straight back

She called me a tease
And started to laugh

Then a car slid by

Then a woman with a man

I curled a finger round the wire

And lent against the glass.

And she wanted me to come

But I didn’t know where.

She asked about my clothes

I told her I was bare.

There was litter on the road

And her breath seemed to quicken

I said

“Who are you?”

She said

‘Whoever”.