Paul J Penton – Songwriter

Prospector – Daily Object Writing – Feb 25

Boom boom boom lets go back to my room so we can do it all night and you can make me feel right” propels out of speakers like a quarry explosion. Speakers that float like moons on the roof throwing out tangents of sound that arc on to the dance floor. Shane surveys the ground, mining the eyes of girls for any hint of contact or recognition, he pans over the river of prospective women, seeking to find one shining spec of gold that he might be able to hold onto, some nugget of hope he can put in his pocket for later. Like a race horse he’s suddenly out of the stalls – has he spotted someone or something, I hear him mutter under his breath – ‘Pair of sisters’ as  he strides proud into the ring. Whoa! Now that’s ambitious. Is he going to try to chat both of them up?

I nuzzle my beer and fall further into the amber hops disappearing from view while he makes a full frontal commando raid on the minefield of rejection that is the ‘dance floor’  Perhaps his six foot two frame might hold some sway as he attempts mission impossible. The music has changed but still the low dull thud that is the kick drum is hammering at my temple and heart like a tennis ball being summed up by Federer before a serve. Whack.

The beer glass sweats onto my hand at least it gives me something to do a life bouy in the dark – no way I’m going to talk to a girl, just a defensive huddle in the dark corner that’s me. Shane re-appears  yelling under his breath ‘usesless bitches’ – I say I think he’s being a bit ambitious trying for a pair of sisters…. he yells over the duff, duff, that he said ‘PERSISTENCE’ ………… I gurgle into my beer and it froths over my face like a surf beach wave… despite my dislike of such places it’s worth it for that one laugh!