The following is an excerpt from a series of poems in a series that chronicles “One Night in the Tron”. (An Epic written about a night in Hamilton NZ). A number of characters appear in the wider story, this is but one timeline.
Introduction Who is this guy that's wearing shades a curious chap With those little rapper braids not chunky like dreadlocks but woven pretty fine like multi-coloured twine All swinging in a line his face a pin cushion of piercings. Eyebrows and nose rings lots of sparkling shining things Complete with rosy cheeks and a beaming smile Clumsily drunk but rocking his style jovial and convivial an engaging bloke, up for a banter we slipped out for a smoke. Other company gathered, More outside the door painted dolls and random souls That i hadn’t seen before The hoi polloi, the joy seekers with a hedonistic streak A collection of strangers Out there on the street A palette of the night life varied and unique a man in a 50’s style suit appeared like a circus ringleader a casting director, A carny with flair a dramatic soul collector He had an ability to coax performance from the loosely uninhibited, He had a camera rolling streaming instantly distributed grasping for extroverts to come to the fore ad hoc and improvised and encouraging more White people beatboxing And spitting out lines About whatever was bubbling in their drug addled minds A freestyle rap, uniting the flow each stepping in and having a go It was entertaining to a point Until I realised... I’m was now in a show, content for a website of followers I don’t even know. I retreated quietly slipping back to anonymity. Being transparent Her lingerie it waved at me through her skinny white tight pants the allure of her behind was somehow more enhanced perfectly rounded and projected pretty and pristine what i had observed in that moment could not be unseen but there it was in front of me that’s hard to not look past like a nature show about baboons and there red and shiny arse and how they wave it about to lure a worthy mate was this why she had dressed liked that is worthy of debate I'm not one to objectify I should not be smitten I should not even think about how those perfect pants were fitting But wow they looked amazing Sumptuous and delicious Oh shit , hang on a bit That's old Davo's missus
Dave Methadone Dave an old rehab junkie with carved out features in his face With wild and crazy eyes That darted about the place Wiry framed and weasel like Looked a little scary and He'd been off the junk for a decade now And become a vegetarian These days Dave's a stand-up guy a jack of trades of sorts T-shirt jandals trucker cap and a pair of cargo shorts Wheezy from 2 packs a day He took a breath before spoke The words were always at ½ speed But he was the type of bloke who knew everything about anything And he'd always give us a wink Is this guy trying to yank my chain or does he know more than I think He had certainly had his fair share Of things not going right But even in the darkest places he could find a guiding light Quite literally, I mean that too He had a pocket full of lighters He always seemed to be around At the gigs That are all nighters It's bloody good to see you mate You’re doing well I trust No it’s all turned to shit again I’ve gone tits up And bust That’s no good, do you want to drink? Nah… I’ll just stick with juice I’m gonna take it easy tonight I don’t feel like cutting loose So what’s going on, what happened mate How bad can it be? You cannot argue with those fucking cunts Down at IRD No that’s right you can’t mate It's all about the revenue How’s everything else still in that house Down the Avenue? Id been to that house a couple of times Had fond memories of the place Back when he was a crazy prick And was way more out to space Yeah mate I'm still in that pad It could do with a bit of a spruce The rugby boys have a work bee on organised by Bruce Yeah he would’ve been at the game Tonight He’s probably towning about God those guys are munters When the credit card comes out Who's that chick with charlie boy ? I thought he was at the museum Didn't he have a work do on? I didn’t think that we would see him She's a bit of a stunner mate Not his usual type No one has what ole Chaz has He's a sniper when it’s ripe Sorry mate I gotta take this I'll catch you Later on I think Marty needs a ride I should be back before you're gone Right’o see ya Dave. Take it easy mate Yeah I shouldn't be too long If he doesn't make me wait The bro from out of town. Now look what the cat dragged in It’s another likely lad it’s obvious he’s on something but who knows what he’s had Complexion, mottled and florid A little disheveled to be fair ruddy, weathered and windswept from the styling of his hair Like he’d been through a hurricane And was still swaying in the gust He had eyes in dazzling headlights still trying to adjust He had a country look about him Or so it would appear He wasn’t sporting, grunge rock plaid No this is bush shirt hunting gear He probably was a rural bloke, from a farm out on the coast He didn’t seem to know anyone Well maybe just the host He said ” yo” and gave the nod I smiled and said “G’day How’s it going , what you up to bro?, “ he turned around to say... “Do you know where the knives are man ? We should have a spot” He reached into his backpack and grabbed a bunch of pot I said “bro, i dunno but let's head over to the stove I don’t know what the rules are here Bro, I don’t fuckin know” “you sure, you don’t want to wrap one up I’ve some papers if you need Someone's probably got a pipe You don’t have to spot your weed.” But he was already going through the drawers and found knives with blackened tips and a bottle to chop the bottom of and a handy pair of snips He rolled the pot in to 20 balls On an upturned dinner plate Compact little heavy hitters Lying there in wait And there we were around an element That was glowing very red as were the ends of the dinner knives And that is when he said... “Grab the bottle bro” he tapped upon the spot And crushed it in between the blades as i inhaled through the top The resulting smoke explosion I just couldn’t hold it in But I tried as hard as I could Until my head began to spin And exhaling deeply from below I felt I’d smoked a tree “I’ll have, just the one thanks mate And that’s enough for me” I felt the blood rush to my head I found myself unwound I burped a cloud of thickish smoke And a crowd had gathered round It was like a magic summoning A beckoning to thee And that country lad, he suddenly had more friends there than me. I handed him the bottle since he had racked them up I said “are you ready mate”? He mumbled out a…” Yup” He pointed to a clump of bud he’d left out on the side He hoovered down the fuckin lot He sucked it all inside I swear I saw his eyes roll back from the volume he had vaped when he finally blew it out not a plume of smoke escaped He offered up a little “yelp” And a fist pump in the air. I said “that was fucking legendary,” and I handed him a beer. So began a session That never seemed to end The bloke that no one seemed to know was everybody's friend Some time after midnight He said he had to go I shook his hand and said “later mate chur chur, see ya bro” Then talking to the party host She said, “who the fuck was that? I said, “I thought that you knew the guy” He knew where things were at “Nup, Not a fucking clue” she said. But everything is fine Everyones as stoned as fuck Do you feel like a line? Molly the Host wearing the latest of her creations she’s a fashion designer by trade outfits internationally successful and self-made a stylistic princess A maker of fine clothes my god you look adorable She already knows So what did Miss MDMA have to say ? snorting a line or two off a silvery tray Well on her way to watch night turn to day Up for it all and ready to play consorting with the assorted snorters at the class A buffet A little druggy huggy And in her happy place Opined on absolutely everything A little too much in my space but this truth serum laxative was leaking out her mouth definitely a babbling babbler when there's dabbling about The bump She takes a card out of her bag and chops me up a pill pushes the tray toward me With a rolled up 20 dollar bill Aha...ok So this flavour neutral pharmaceutical, Has me feeling warm and feeling beautiful I sensing different frequencies are tweaking me, sensually. Is this how it is meant to be?, Essentially I’m listening to the colours glistening. fistfuls of crystals held up to the light dream beaming visuals out into the night resonating a vibration a buzz zone a fuzz tone a slow drone a low hum a strong desire to stroke a chum And to hug someone. I have tickling extremities head shoulder knees and toes fingers elbows throb and glow bio electrically bio chemically my chemistry wants me to be Enhanced and dancing free I’m enlarged recharged I have clarity in sharp detail It’s so immaculate in its portrayal that endorphin rush the serene sublime a wellspring of whimsy, a total loss of time euphoric waves, Hang on… someone just walked over my grave I got a shiver down my spine, rippling fluffiness sparking arcing. Yabbering jabbering it just leaks out of the dribbling one. look how far That we have come, such progress, I digress, evolution evidently forced off course when we lost true north and it all went south from there and found ourselves sitting here, Gathered around you preaching alphabet soup, slurping spoons like baked baboons the way that baboons do ….and loonies too, like me and you . Hedonism, t’s prohibited. But I am uninhibited because from 1 to 100 I am unencumbered. Take a pause……. Inter lude(s?) It's not where you’re from It's about where you’re AT !! it's not about who you know It’s who knows YOU and that is Are they slightly curious about who this fucken hori is are you notorious mother fuckin glorious? Or are you the one that they are wondering what the fuckin story is? Skip Have you met Skip? he had an emanating presence but not so self-aware he generated interest but was not the type to care ripping a prescription digitally fidgeting sitting in a silly grin with nostrils full of ritalin spitting riddles and in a spin the question, is he fitting in? well? like a protruding nasal hair like everyone can see it but no one tells you that it’s there. Really? Yeah, he’s just meally mishy mashy mumbling Its tumbling of his tongue just leave him in the corner he’s not hurting any one. I think I’ll grab a beer and see who else is here Sid Nice shirt bro, I know you, I’ve seen you around Didn't we meet at a gig a while back? that brutal wall of sound? it could possibly be the LSD that made him see infinitely definitively minuscule detail, in all of its componentry when he spoke to me he was catching phrases to set them free words that held the key to clarity also untold possibility unlocking understandability but there was a completely different angel he wanted me to see there was a fraction of a fracture in a fractal floating free and on inspection and reflection Of his majestic projection a face was staring at me whispering this symphony of encyclopedic philosophy none of which was lost on me He said, take this my beautiful brother may... it... set... you... free... Rob I spy a spare seat on a couch the bands about to play Right next to Rob Rob turn’s and says g’day He's a stoner sitting alone, spitting raps into his phone ripping bongs and pulling cones in his lazy hazy zone Sup bro, what cha doing, just chillin and whatever Have you got some papers man? Mine are stuck together Skin some spin into a spliff, twist it at the end Spark that fatty nice and natty and pass it here my friend Have a toke on this man, Well if you insist man I’m well down with this plan, It’s Gorillas in the mist man these are wicked drugs man, some far out sparkly nugs man lamp grown wardrobe bush man, Yeah some local indo kush man Then out came the growing tips and the talk of hybrid strains A discussion on hydroponics and how the growing medium drains the Light cycles, ph levels and what to use as fertiliser who was the Preferred supplier was and local merchandiser The best temperature to grow at and the optimal humidity In between the bucky bongs and other such stupidity…... Oh shit…..then it hit me And it came on so bloody strong After a heinous coughing fit from that last hit on the bong Again another walks over my grave and I shake out of my spine a woozy wave, some vertigo I breath out and then I’m fine I see patterns interweaving the walls have started breathing there's a tidal motion in the carpet the floor has started heaving I was gasping at my reality Beyond all my believing Not sure if was midnight Or is it still the evening? steaming all my consciousness through an encrypted feed I was beatboxing a download But it was all at dial up speed I had this madness and had said this Idea wasn’t clear but the universe is funky there is something happening here to peer in…. veering close to a clearing……….. There's no purpose or intents But something at the core nothings making any sense If you only grasp at straws “Sweet mother of jesus what do we have here?” My receptions on the blink Cos this picture isn’t clear even in my imagination clouds start to cluster like eye floaters, glaucoma, a shook feather duster I squint for a glimpse and with a furrowed brow I mumble to myself “what the fuck is happening now” little by little strands became visible within the unconventional multidimensional incomprehensible drivel this cacophony then struck a chord And out rung a key And the rhythm within me he could finally see. what had vexed and perplexed within this complexity and I knew what came next and what was to be a niggling sniggering a giggle of glee the expectation and elation displayed ...Bo-dacious-ly my spaceship awaits me I am finally free Bob turned to me and said “Bro... what happened there” I said, you know what mate... “I might pop out side for a spot of fresh air” Charlie Heading out the door I bump into Chaz he talks with jazz hands he has razzmatazz He works in real estate and is a super wealthy guy a salesman through and through he’s slick and Superfly not one to miss an opportunity nor let one pass him by He’s another chatty natterer a social butterfly And in between the rails of coke One could not find a more friendly bloke like a well delivered and timely joke He echoed when he spoke he’d zip and zoom throughout the room, success assured he never failed a man with a plan that knows he can, He is bright eyed and bushy tailed With a sprite spring in his step, a swift swing in his swagger with wit as quick as a crack of the whip and a tongue as sharp as a dagger he didn't break a sweat, nothing broke his stride nothing knocked him off his perch, he was confident inside I couldn’t hear a single thing Lord knows what he was saying With all the noise in this rowdy room when the band had started playing So I continued outside And that is when I found Katrina… ...totally munted Lying down on the ground Katrina She had never been in the tweekers scene she had been meticulous and squeaky fucking clean in fact ridiculously OCD And yet as sick as this in front of me was simply not her thing But with everything that had been happening But she was happy to see me there. Like me, she needed space She’d stepped out for some air We had had a thing quite a while back many years ago when we were young and stupid too immature to know we were polar opposites but we had this kind of spark Where we energised each other And lit each others dark Here, we were the single souls , A pair of love lost & lonely orphans with a heightened sense our surrounds and flooded with endorphins. she was lying in the grass she said she needed to vegetate she suggested that I should do the same Feel the earth and contemplate So I lay down beside her she cuddled in close to me And we stared up at the stars And for a moment quietly and became decidedly relaxed As she tapped her fingers on my chest To the muffled beats still playing inside While we lay there at rest I could feel her hair across on my shoulders And underneath my chin And she seemed to fit so perfectly The closer she snuggled in I had goosebumps like cats whiskers from the blades of the grass against my skin Like a furry rug electricity charged I could feel it all within The nerves with in my dermis had a heightened sensitivity The sensation was sensational a luscious sensuality Feeling delightfully overwhelmed With tiny tingles tickling every follicle a receptor with data that was trickling I think i found my zen I swear I could have sworn That this was my nirvana lying on the lawn So vegetating huh what sort of vegetable would you be She just grinned and rolled her eyes Looking back at me Aha tut tut, I am butternut a skeptical testicular detestable vegetable left on the side of the plate I’m soaking sat in that gravy fat that fat that no one ate and covered by utensils until dispensed with and scraped away into a plastic lined receptacle to rot until rubbish day I grimace….A butter nut? where the fuck did that come from But I didn’t wait for an answer my mind had already wandered on the ground had served as a docking station to charge me up again I had already borrowed deeper inside The nooks and crannies of my brain I was conscious of my processes And the blood running through my veins Like lots of vines all intertwined overgrown and untamed She giggled, hugging me tighter. it was a stupid thing to say Of course, it was, I said It doesn’t matter anyway if we lay here much longer we’ll melt into the ground nodding she said.. Did you catch up with Marty? I’ve not seen him around I had seen Marty earlier At a cocktail bar in town He’d hooked up with Chaz and Molly Some deal was going down Although they weren’t suspicious There was money changing hands They were deep in some discussion They were busy making plans By the time I’d got a drink He’d already gone But Chaz had filled me in about this party going on He said he had this thing for work So i might not see him there But he’d try and ditch it, if he could So I was surprised to see him here. Marty must be around This is not a gig that he would miss but that was hours ago So who knows where he is No sooner had I mentioned it Marty did appear He’d even spun a dj set I just hadn’t seen him there Looking a little pale and staring at a message on his phone He gave us both a hug And said he was heading home