Saturday, November 20, 2004

juke

When Mac finally agrees, I’ll have an old school Jukebox to load into Gord’s truck, I’m just clearing a place in my room so that the focus is on nothing but her liquid gold curves. That and perhaps my bed, after all it is where I have spent half of my life, and that isn’t about to change. Some children of God keep animals, some make babies…but there will be only one excuse to live for this youngster: My jukebox.

I remember a jukebox that played in the Bear one very recent Halloween, and how it cut out to let us all sing a country song, and cued right back in when we forgot the words. The gratification of reliance and ambivalence rolled in wax paper like a ginger treat. I can’t say much for the music played that night, but when it comes to the jukebox all music…all music, is relative. That is to say, there will always be another song.
Perhaps the same could be said for your job, or this morning’s traffic, or the phone call from a stranger: all moments are contained, and variable within their environs. And what beautiful environs they are…

Her yawning mouth enmeshed in a chrome fender rendered as a flame encompassing her webbed amplifier. It’s as though some chic Harley Davidson freak got his hands on some scrap and made a business out of speaker covers. Those sun yellow animal balloon neon lights will cast a glow on the room while we make love against the jukes sturdy body. I imagine her weight so extreme that the floor will swoon whilst the walls bend to her musical charm, and with beads of sweat dripping down her mahogany sides I envision a great implosion of all my earthly belongings.

An awesome exchange.

The junk I have saved, and all that I love at once sucked into the wheel of her turntable, and scratched to oblivion by her needle. In the moments before a three bedroom in Dover collapses upon me, I will hold my hands in the air and with tears rolling down my cheeks and utter only this…”play…17…5”

Or maybe more likely “Combine Harvester!” I haven’t decided yet.


Combine Harvester1:39 AM

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