Published 'Stuff' 1994
It was a single voice. Yet there was a pair of voices, one upon the edge of t’other. They vocalised in unison, painstakingly tracking a rehearsed recital path, whilst damping down any rouge echoes each of each. With quick-firing alternations of being silver-tongued and crudely outspoken, neither missed its cue. Tongue sharpened itself on tongue as their single-minded speech increasingly cut its teeth on monologues of salaciousness and smut. I owned one such loose-tongued, if tongue-tied, mouth-twanger. and, being so familiar with t’other one, I could instantaneously duplicate its double-talk. Not that I believed a word of what t’other wagger said – which automatically entailed I spoke with forked flapper, too. Yet who was leading whom astray? I, of course, spoke with my characteristic lisp, whilst t’other had a definite halting thtutter. Eventually, after each had g-g-g-gunned fitfully in counterpoint with each, tongue plaited tongue and one of us hummed while t’other strummed.
