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slam, boom, crash - wolf larsen

Featured: SLAM! BOOM! CRASH!

Late afternoon dusk twilight night upon the city and the
BigCentralStation swaalooooww-ing up

hordesofcommuters hordesofcommuters hordesofcommuters
escapingfleeingaway from that 9-5 and the rush-rush-rush
of a hurriedfrenzied bartender
-"stoli and a heineken", "gin n’tonic","bloodymary" –
servin’ up the afterworkFRIDAYcrowd and lights lights
everywhere lights spreading throughout the city and the
slamclickclickclick of a hundred thousand doors closedshut
and lockbolted against all the outthere

and the simultaneous flushing -ZoooooNK! - ZoooooNK!
-glurg!glurg!glurg! of a thousand toilets
and the massivecollective itch!-itch!-iitch!
-itch!-itch!-itch of
a couple million sets of hormones charging up the air and

the smiles-laughter-n’joking and happylightstep of a ship’s crew
coming into port after some longtime atsea and the
voicesoundsandimages of a million television screens
and the "unnuugh -uunnugh -unnuughh"
-sound of your neighbors f*-king f*-king f*-king throughthewalls
rightnow and the desperatepleadings of a younglady being beaten
by her husband and the "I’ll-be-late-home-from-work-honey"
of a wife being bent over with only her panties down
and the unpeopled bareness of single lonely little rooms attacking
assaulting their occupants in tortured solitudes endless
and the shoutslaughtersn’exclamations
of joy in loudcrowdedbarsfilledbursting

with aaalll the possibilities of the night this alloverwhelming
engulfing raging energy of the night and the hardstinging
whoooiiiiiiissshh! - whoooiiiiiiisshh! - whoooiiiiiiiiiiiissshhh! –
of leatherwhips on the nakedflesh of barebentoverbuttocks as she
calls out - "moooooooor! - mooooooooor! - mooooooooooooooooor!"
and the jab-jab-jab-BAAM!-BAAM!-BAAM!--BOOOOM!
pounding knockout blows of a professional fistfight
and the approving rooooooooooooooooooaaaaaarrr
of the crowd savoouuring the sight

of bloood and the loud cCRASH-ing of Thunder splinTering the air
and the Gather-ingwinds sSMASH-ing waves upon the shore
and the throbbingwrithinghipmovingescape! of loud boomboom
dancingnightclubs and the energy of lusts and lost inhibitions
chasing away the forgottenworkday in abounding
weekendfrenzies ofdrinkingdanceingdrugging
and f*-king f*-king f*-king while a blackbaptist churchchoir

-ooooooooooloooooooordjeeeeessuuuuuuuuuus
 -ooooooolooooooooordjeeeeeeessuuuuuuuuuuuus
  -oooooooooooolooooooooooordjeeeeesuuuuuuuuuuuus -

and the tropical beat-beat-beating allegriiia! of salsa merengue cumbia
and samba en los barrios onde gente sabe como viVIIIIIIIiir!
and blood and violence and cracked bones as a blucollar
takes out his frustrations - BAAM!-a-BAAM!-a-BAAM!
on the face of a bigmouthed ivyleager whowasaskinforit
and GOD I JUST WANNA KICK SOMEBODY’S ASS!

and the screeeee-screeeee-screeeaching of skinnynervous violins
and the brawny shOOOOOOOut of the trOOOOOOOOmbone
and the chaoticwrenchingswirl of pianokeys at symphony hall
and the YEA-YEA-YEA-YELLing of loudbickeringargueing
spousal neighbors flooding NOISE-ily throughtheskinnythinwalls
and the lifestruggles for breath of the dying in hospital rooms
and the BAM!-BAM!-BAM! pound-pound-pounding on the bars of bars
where loud erratic drinkers gather
and the sss-sssss-sssssssshing of spraaaypaint upon walls walls walls
everywhere these walls walling off
OOOUUUUUT!-OOUUUUUUTT!-OUUUUUUT!

sledgehammers and wreckingballs and jackhammers
and more sledgehammers
GOD I JUST LOVE WORKING WITH A SLEDGEHAMMER
and the bluesy dark color and ooozing sOOunds
of the jazz of the jazzjoints and the
festeringwrenchingmiserableemptygnawinglonliness of the million unseen
with their sad pouting eyes and the peopled streetcorners
where drug-dealers eye the crowd for clients
and the occasional cop - ohshit! gottarun!-
and all kinds of adults and teenagers risking their lives for the joy
of an anonymous condomless f*-k

and the widehungryeyes of skinnyyoungfemalecrackheads
plying the street for human trade gottaget that
next fivedollar gottaget that nextfix
and the chaotic freerushrushing blaOOrblaOO
blasts from some possessed trumpeter creating
from the hidden monster within

 gotta have a new sound
 gotta have a new sound
 gotta have a new sound

Late afternoon dusk twilight night upon the city and the
BigCentralStation swaalooooww-ing up
hordesofcommuters hordesofcommuters hordesofcommuters
escapingfleeingaway from that 9-5 and the rush-rush-rush
of a hurriedfrenzied bartender
-"stoli and a heineken", "gin n’tonic","bloodymary" –
servin’ up the afterworkFRIDAYcrowd and lights lights
everywhere lights spreading throughout the city and the
slamclickclickclick of a hundred thousand doors closedshut

© Wolf Larsen, November 2005 (all rights reserved)

Wolf Larsen's book is called 'SLAM! BOOM! CRASH!', he is also a playwright, poet and author of several other works.