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Paul J Penton – Songwriter
“Release the Muse”
December-Daily Object Writing – Oct 30
December is riding up to the pool on a 35 degree [Celsius] day on my bike wearing thongs. They flip about on the pedals that squeak with every revolution. The road pumps the shock from the forks straight into my arms as I cross the wide tongue of the main highway that licks it’s way through town. I pause for a semi trailer hauling a load of big eyed cattle just loaded up at the stockyards. The trailer smells of cow shit and a cow pisses all over the road as it passes.
As I’m sucked along the tar and I get closer to the pool I hear a ding dong of voices that seem to be bouncing along like words to a song on the TV- you know, the follow the bouncing ball thing. These voices are bouncing about twenty feet up in the air above the aquamarine glimmer of the pool. I pay my twenty cents to get in, the metal turnstile clicks me through and the first thing I smell is chlorine, it’s leaching up from the surface that’s a moving picture of colour and sound.
I buy a sunny boy to cool down, It’s a pyramid of iced water and this one’s strawberry flavour [or so they claim] its icy edges burn the sides of my mouth with cold and my temperature drops 5 degrees immediately. I plant myself on the hill beneath the shade of a tree and slurp away, steeling myself for the moment when I plunge into the water and it’s constrictive frozen arms wrap around me. Once in I’ll adapt within seconds. It’ll be great to get out of this heat for a time, it’s not just hot but humid. I feel as though some God is kneading me like a piece of dough it’s so oppressive. Right, no time like the present, …….