Max in Halifax

The Halcyon Years of Long-Departed Liverpool Days

An infrequent, irregular but always enjoyable meeting up with a good friend; chatting about it with another friend across the Channel.

Very occasionally, and, oh so seldom, a closed book falls from the shelf, the draught from underneath the closed door, flutters the pages and the book, resting nonchalantly upon its spine ever so briefly opens … …

Our fingers linger on brazen flesh

The image is that sent by my other friend from across the Channel, using his imagination and awareness upon reading this, one of my all-time favourites and then somehow now a permanent part, his inedible pen working finely into the lines of my deniable pen, finding lines in which I find that perfect deliberation of unspoken thought, that peculiar commodity that fuses… and the two become one flesh.

Image specifically selected by Драган Ражнатовић for this poem and from his Private Collection and to whom all rights thereto are reserved and to the Artist and to the Photographer  

I've not seen you in ages!

 I know. Sorry.

I've been caught up in things.

I’m working up in Halifax now.

Bar work but I also

Manage a nightclub.

So you see I listened to you

Ha-ha. Yep!

Always a good listener …

And the rest

Talking of which…

Mmmmm I like this room.

Always do.

But that wall was never there

Was it?

The banister?

Yeah

Sure was.

Well, I was obviously preoccupied.

You okay with us getting on again?

 Of course.

Why shouldn’t I be Max?

Well, I thought you might be .. you know…

Think bad of me … …

Hey, I don’t think bad of anyone.

And I like your no-nonsense approach.

Your military background

At one point we both held the same rank,

Kinda intimate, that.

Yeah, I feel the same.

I mean I really do.

Like I've connected with you.

And you’ve connected with me.

I love this bed!

Totally different from the last.

And I like that this whole place

has such an ambiance about it.

Yeah – ambiance – that’s the word!

You gave me that word the last time …

I tell you what …

God. You and your words!

God help them on the receiving end

of your tongue on the parade square, hey!

Ha! Too true blue!

If they but knew.

And I use it too in the nightclubs

I don’t stand no shit.

You know me.

Yep, I do Max.

Say I’m really touched

That after all this time,

You’ve still kept my watch and rosary.

Is that right?

You even put a new battery in it?

Yep.

And you kept it on the deck of the ship Belem …

I love that ship.

Always focuses the eye as you walk in.

Your whole apartment seems to move around it.

Yep, true.

Pity the deck’s being cleared.

God, you feel as good as ever

Why oh why are you fucking alone?

I ask it every time I know

But it just beats me.

You shouldn’t be.

Ha-ha – it beats me too Max!

Drives me mad at times.

But I guess in this life

I'm not meant for anything else.

You’re as beautiful,

Warm and tender as ever, aren’t you?

Thanks. Sex is to be enjoyed

And heralded

I've always told you that!

And that’s something

I’ve taught you!!!

…giggles …

And I like that notion …

What notion?

What your friend said.

‘Sexuality is the spirit

Sensuality is the soul’.

Oh yep. I like that too.

He’s very perceptive.

Definitely going places.

Opened up a whole new vista.

A whole new thought process more-like

…

As always…awesome!

Nah. That’s a naff word.

Yeah, I’ve got it … stunning!

Look I've gotta dash.

I’m staying over at Birkenhead tonight,

Then back up to Halifax tomorrow.

But I want us not to leave it so long this time.

Sure.

You know me.

I never chase.

Yes I do

That’s your problem!

Get out there!!

No!

Only joking Ken hehe!

That look.

But look.

It’s like now we share the same DNA

God, we must be … it’s 3 years

So I'd like you to have this watch.

No.

Yes.

And this rosary.

No Max!

Yes, YOU!!!!!

I know you detest religion

But I know you have your faith too.

You know what?

You’re the only Christian bod I know

who can separate faith from religion.

That’s why I want you to have my rosary.

It binds us both.

No! Don’t bloody argue.

You’re the only guy who’s enabled me

To step outside the box.

Who’s stepped outside religion,

All of em,

And yet still maintained my faith.

So, please. I say again,

Don’t’ say no.

Okay, Max.

They are special, I don’t mind admitting.

Always have been.

Now they are priceless …

Good, man.

God, I love you!

Here! Give us a hug.

Right stay strong,

Don’t let the fuckers get you down.

Keep writing.

And I’ll be back soon …

21 May 2014, 11.30 pm
New Era of Enlightenment

 From Across the Channel later that week when I decided unusually to break cover and let my friend in on something that no one will snatch from me, even in those countries where my people are once again facing great danger from dark minds, blinded by their religious hocus pocus, fanaticism, or totalitarian regimes daring to masquerade as freedom and democracy.

His swift response within the hour.

All I can say is I need to digest, Ken.
It was as if I was there in the room,
heard the words,
in the bed during the sex,
took part,
smoked a fag after,
and sat in a chair as you 2 said goodbye.
I was floored.
Best work I have seen by you so far!
Did I just say that?
Oh, wait I did.
Bloody hell I WAS THERE!!!!!
Now, I am straight on to get an image for you.
I’m crying......
Драган

22 May 2014
Paris
France

 

I publish this simply because I am who I am, I am what I am, and it applies to every part of the worldwide LGBTQI+ Community.

I’ve not asked you to read this. You’ve found your way here. If it offends, that is no problem. If you decide that I am a friend who does not deserve friendship, and I’m talking about face-to-face friendship, not social media or Facebook friendship, then that too is fine.

Just hoist your sails, weigh anchor, set course, and find another safe haven, because I’m not going anywhere.

1 June 2023
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© 2023 Kenneth Thomas Webb

Left hidden under a stone, last peered at on 27 September 2022.
But I am sick and tired of dealing with the self-righteous brigade in all religions, including one or two atheistic brigands, and those who insist that I am an abomination.

It was written as part of many pieces on this website that embraced the new era of enlightenment. That has long since been scrapped. We live in a world that is now so at variance on every level, and with humankind being the root cause of all the horror that is flung into our dining rooms 24/7 whether we want it or not.

I have, therefore, closed that platform, although all the pieces can still be found in and around the other platforms.