Bin

When you play a show every single night for months, the unusual and spectacular becomes commonplace, where the trivial becomes fascinating.

Backstage before a show, recently, (Marseilles? Not sure) I wrote to a friend of mine, a ‘Trivia Report’.

Perhaps this will convey best, the curious state of mind, currently prevalent on the Liz Green ‘O, Devotion’ tour in France…

TRIVIA REPORT #5

This report will focus entirely and exclusively

On

one

small

trashbin

It stands, just now,
in all the majesty it has ever known
At an angle of not quite 45 degrees from me
beneath the suit bags
Upon the tiles

black
bagged

Around the round edge
of its silver mesh self
the creasing of temporal innards
has been left
in a subtly twisting array
by hands that hide their distress
but tell of it
nonetheless:

human hands

WHO would they tell
of the secret woes they know
WHO in this world
of reprisals, lies and scandal
WHO can be trusted so
but the bin

It knows

O, bin
Were that opening a mouth
If that ‘O’ were a grin,
O.

Bin.

You’ve been
wrestled to wrack
Your dented skin
swallows all
we wouldn’t hold
But, more than that,
you know
The sick of our hearts

You may feel pretty proud
down there
Quite aloof
Framing filth
And truth

CONTENTS OF THE BIN:

a) Paper towel
b) Paper towel
c) Wet paper towel
d) Twix

Someone has been crying and eating chocolate.

What a surprise.