04-07-2016, 05:44 PM
The lycanthrope
I metamorphose into a wolf at inappropriate places like on the 7:15 Berowra to Central train or at CoalTrans Bali, that great annual union of the coal industry's brains. But people pretend not to notice, since it's racist in a way. Howling's different – I heard 你他妈的 at Chatswood yesterday.
Last week, I took a P&O cruise whilst being wolf. They asked if I was a refugee, but I said no, I work in coal, the tail's an allergy, and they said you're all right, some guy's best friend was German so he didn't really mind, but damn those refugees stinkin' up the land. So I got a ticket shoved in my hand. Metamorphosing back to human was bad – It happened halfway back to Sydney, which found me suddenly naked in front of Vanessa and her dad. So I threw them overboard, explaining that women went first (the dad was just one for the road). As she hit the water, she shouted 'you're naked!' and I said 'no, I'm just a werewolf!'. I thought wrongly then, our love ill fated.
Because later, when I met her under the Harbour Bridge, she was mad but just then a shaft of moonlight hit my glowing maw in the fullness of my madness of being in love, and as our lips touched she felt my backwoods breath upon her tingly lips, like spring thaw on the trees' frostbitten tips, in the dark Canadian woods where she's a rare effulgent sun in the spring that's everywhere growing, and I asked her yes? and she said yes, my Joyce, and I asked her who was Joyce, and then and we kissed.
I metamorphose into a wolf at inappropriate places like on the 7:15 Berowra to Central train or at CoalTrans Bali, that great annual union of the coal industry's brains. But people pretend not to notice, since it's racist in a way. Howling's different – I heard 你他妈的 at Chatswood yesterday.
Last week, I took a P&O cruise whilst being wolf. They asked if I was a refugee, but I said no, I work in coal, the tail's an allergy, and they said you're all right, some guy's best friend was German so he didn't really mind, but damn those refugees stinkin' up the land. So I got a ticket shoved in my hand. Metamorphosing back to human was bad – It happened halfway back to Sydney, which found me suddenly naked in front of Vanessa and her dad. So I threw them overboard, explaining that women went first (the dad was just one for the road). As she hit the water, she shouted 'you're naked!' and I said 'no, I'm just a werewolf!'. I thought wrongly then, our love ill fated.
Because later, when I met her under the Harbour Bridge, she was mad but just then a shaft of moonlight hit my glowing maw in the fullness of my madness of being in love, and as our lips touched she felt my backwoods breath upon her tingly lips, like spring thaw on the trees' frostbitten tips, in the dark Canadian woods where she's a rare effulgent sun in the spring that's everywhere growing, and I asked her yes? and she said yes, my Joyce, and I asked her who was Joyce, and then and we kissed.
~ I think I just quoted myself - Achebe