Sunday, 14 April 2013
21.14
yes but you've known me for about ten years I've got
fybromialgia and can't do very much
sometimes nothing at all ...
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8.30pm
actually it wouldn't be all like this there would be areas that
you have left tidy that I'm not allowed to touch
i like mess ... which would have to be in a marked boundary ...
and woe betide if my packs of seaweed stray over the line
yeah i hear you ... and equipment that i am not allowed to
touch if you like ... i thought you wanted me to
get on with stuff ...
you can say I'm not allowed to touch something
and i won't ....
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you can even have a locked room
if you want ... cus your my favourite out of Chuckys puppets ...
an i know he's giving you a guided tour
cus he wants to come round here himself
and like he showed you round my music scene last night ...
like a salesman amplifying for you the negative points ...
and would the bleach happen if there were other people
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4pm misc draft
Joyaa
why is Trix featuring i think he disguised himself as Scarey on
one of the Dowler articles some weeks ago ...
scream echoes strangle noises
and then can we have a whole orchestra of people
being instruments
a dog sounding like a cock
i thought about it you're not usually my type
do you want to see some of my tadpoles
baby tiger baby leopard baby giraffe
Wally , Stripes
a nema shne wishka ten
ishka can mocksi
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peoples antics and semaphore pantomimes trying to get you to do stuff
mental school
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Scarey how do you feel about the neighbours dog going off
like a gong whenever you feel pissed off with me ...
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you want love Scare
i been doing that since i was three
no its not about the limelight
i spent my life going the other way
unfortunately you are very brilliant and will get limelight
see how we are after a week of regression
no I'm intrigued
by your particular brand
of love that has flavours in it havent
seen before ... a dark treacly sort of love
with ornamental curling edges ... those tickly
giggly bits ... nuzzling your nose ... and putting your
heads together like two birds over a coffee ... i can feel you
sitting next to me now ... a home I've never seen before and I
would kiss your cheek and lick it and then we'd just be very still
just sitting close together you know just touching with all our
navy jumpers and stuff and shivery feelings dripping from
the roof making big drops that splash like crowns into
my feet ... and then we lick each others faces and
you pull me onto your knee and theres this
great heaving feeling in my chest
feeling flooded with
you and i can just turn around
and sit astride your legs like a horse
and just be still there with my chest pressed
against you its getting a bit much ... and now that I'm
feeling comatose you can carry me home and put me to sleep
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the traffic is
roaring through me like
a swarm of motorbike beetles
and i can hear the smell of the tarmac
thundering in my gut with the spring air ... that
one sounds like some sort of weird chicada wind instrument
and i can see the scent from those bulbs
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actually id like to leave it there for today
not always the girl ...
lets just pretend it never happened
not always the man ....
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