Dancing Poodles

A garish bus stop on a bright July evening.

An old woman with long grey hair and bright red lipstick fingers her clarinet.

Two drugged up homeless people sit drinking tea and laughing.

A very well dressed woman with a wrinkled face and rouged cheeks walks along the road with downcast eyes. Her trouser suit wears her as she follows her black fluffy poodles through haunted forests and solitary lanes.

Suddenly the bag lady reaches out her hand and the poodles start dancing in around in tutus on their hind legs.

A camp gay man with a shiny bald head and a tight bright muscle top skips along the treetops wearing a garland of daisies around his wide neck. From a distance he sees the poodles dancing and wants to channel their energy. He floats down from the tree and starts kissing the poodles. Their tongues swallow eachother up and fade into a dusty street on a bright Summer's evening.

The well dressed old woman continues walking along.

The ravenous bag lady runs after her dementedly with a knife and fork.

The carcass of a poodle lies on a dirty yellow street swimming in a pool of scarlet. Flies buzz around in circles.

The bag lady crawls back into a piss-filled alleyway and gazes blankly at the grey wall. Poodle blood drips down her chin. Her eyes are green.

An anaemic Chinese lady walks down the street under a pink umbrella.

The train station is full of sleepwalkers inhabiting a dream place. They run and curse and bite and scream. The train conducter rubs his enormous cock and spurts jissom onto a pensioner's super saver.

Flies buzz around sweltering train cabins where business people type frantically on laptops and talk into iPhones. A mentally unstable dwarf walks past. The business men and women rip off their clothes and start fucking eachother with large black dildoes.

A priest walks along a lonely wood. A stream trickles music from a babbling brook, while crows squawk in tall trees. Smoke leaks out of thatch cottages. The priest wears a black dress and a heavy gold cross. He holds a white candle and billows sandalwood insence out into the darkness.

He sees a beautiful young woman sitting on a grassy bank beside a stream. Her slender figure looks forlorn under the pale white moonlight. She has her back to him and seems to be sobbing. A woodpigeon bursts out of a tree overhead and falls to the ground.

The priest is momentarily distracted before being drawn back into the scene. He looks for the slender figue but she has gone.