Heavy Metal Heaven

Heavy Metal Heaven

Slim plugs in his guitar
sets the dial on his amp
to “heavy metal”
hits an E minor seven
walks out of the room
takes a leak
makes a cup of coffee
drinks a cup of coffee
checks the football results
texts his brother in England:
what the fuck’s up, mate
his brother doesn’t answer
he starts writing a novel:
Like every Saturday that Summer
they are lying behind a log on the beach
at English Bay, up to no good. The sun –
a red ball of anger on the horizon –
shouts through the brown chemical haze:
“that’s it, I’m getting the fuck outta here”.
Then, and only then, they hear a baby cry.
That’s all he’s got
Slim returns to the room
that E minor seven
is still going
but faint now
like a rustle of paper
like the distant chatter
of dead drummers
in heavy metal heaven
he picks up his guitar
hits an A minor seven
walks out of the room
starts his taxes……

 

innocent

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