Nick Caves Cunt

I lived on the 2nd floor in Abinger Street,

We use to get drunk on wine and listen to the radio.

She would smoke cigarettes on my bed in an old Nick Cave T-shirt of mine with no pants on, I could see her cunt from the window sill where I would sit and listen to the radio and watch her smoke cigarettes on my bed in my T-shirt.

She would stare at me through her hair and smoke and drink wine and listen to the radio. When I got drunk I would throw the radio through the window, breaking the glass and the radio would lay there on the roof still playing and I would say “Ahh, what a marvellous radio”.

In the morning I would take the window to get fixed and she would sit on my bed with her cunt and my T-shirt, smoking cigarettes and drinking wine and listening to the radio and I would come home and sit on the sill and watch her staring at me through her hair, smoking cigarettes and drinking wine.

When the news came on we would fuck. We would fuck to gangland murders, we would fuck to interest rate rises, we would fuck to police corruption, we would fuck to American celebrities getting arrested and we would fuck to the weather.

Then we would drink wine and listen to the radio and stare and fuck to the news.

In the morning I would take the window to get fixed.

I don’t remember what happened to her, but I still have that radio.

What a marvellous radio.