NEEDLING

CLOCKING THE DRUNK

00h03

Three minutes past the midnight hour
I clamp down …

Francois!
Yeah.
Will you be outta here soon?
Soon enough.
What I mean, is… uhm…

Clamp down the cords in rhythm
and in key…

00h07

Seven minutes into a naked glass
faced with a naked decision
the prince calls in sick and tell his mother
“give me some time
I know not…”

Francois!
What?
D’you feel sorry for all that?
Sorry for what?
For all that?
…
For all that…
…
For all that!

Seven minutes and I will tell you the time
like an enuch stranded by the swimming pool
of his mistress…
needing advice…
I will stand by you the princess
like a stone faced with the torrent
and a bridge
of which it claims to be the foot
I will clamp down my voice
deaf and unheard
to a steady scream from beneath the river

00h19

I am the naked man fat like a lost stool
deciding on the excuse
before he takes his time with the last drink…

I am the last drink thick with a green shade
living on the last dime
before I fall and decide on a fat chunk of ice…

I breath you after hours…