On the kitchen floor the wo
two, wrestled in that town of twelve million.
One would be thrown into the hinges,
the other would be heaved against the oven.
They wore short cotton skirts without sexiness,
as being drunk isn’t attractive, just intriguing.
The guys and I watched, as we were drunk, too,
no better than them, a bit of fun among exiles.
Sink garbage was piled high from
better forgotten, shaking in that frenzy,
hoping for less aggression and more
intimacy, but to no avail. Our door was eventually
knocked out of its fra
to hordes, to others like us.
Outside, the rowhouses of Bromley hovered
then perched upon southeastern hills.
my friend Jim counted his ale stash
Playhouse down by Murdocks.
Poet, composer of music (Max Able/Abel, Rawls & Hayes) and spoken-word perfor
Photo by Adam Lawrence.
The piece is by el celso.
here. based Murdocks roar and dance on their latest ep Roar!. Playhouse Down is a song of fading youth and the fear of being left behind. "Boy you better move on..." or you will be forgotten like the sink garbage. For more information on Murdocks you can visit their website