I could just make out the rotating horses, hear them; braying in the fire, leaping above an abusive smoke.
It seemed that despite the ever loosening grip on their painted reigns, the deafening funfair did not cease to roar upon it, with hellish flames.
Accompanied then by sounds of yesterday’s children, I witnessed the horses escape to the fields of evergreen.
I and them, together, they then turned and shared my shock of a fairground fire; hungry for what remained of their vintage carousel.
A dog raises his head and barks while a man drops his head and shouts.
The dog barks and lifts its head as the man continues to shout.
Near-bye, a waiting car, its engine revs in frustration, the man shouts at
the car.
The dog continues to bark at the man, at the car, at itself.
Then, across the road, a woman, from her house, opens a window, and she
shouts from afar.
The man looks at the woman and shouts while the car engine revs that little bit
louder.
When a child is heard crying, the car then screams with revs while the
dog proceeds to bark at everything.
The woman in the houses’ phone rings. Her ringtone replicates the
the sound of a barking dog.
She answers her phone and says, “Hello?” Suddenly a temporary silence
deafens the neighbourhood; shortly before everybody feels the drum of
mysterious aeroplanes.
Sky rays
The familiarity
Turquoise Sun
Welcoming sound
to everyone
Faceless ghosts
Repeat
Faceless hosts
Repeat
Personalized movie
Scenes to fit
One front row seat
To stand or sit
Fires are cooler
Multicoloured flames
Rose tinted
Memory fooler
Unacquainted to
remembered names
With a slower me
and a slower you
Me and me
Washed out
Beach garden house
Together
and another you
Visualize and memorize
Repeat.
As the ice in my hand gently thaws,
my butterfly’s go and fly better having gone, and yet, I haven’t even begun.
I’ll climb the mountains, I’ll wade in and along with the streams.
I am forever magnified in there waters like a vibrant bug in a glass jar.
But do I think hard? Do I? Do I think?
The answer is yes, for too long. So long that it’s no longer thinking at all.
How I can waste time so easily in haste.
Now, lesser do I wish to think, for i am with beauty and in dream.
Outlining
the grass of glass
Bokeh
from the sun-rising
and morning tears
For morning cry is dew
In focus
Three words on a sign
and I’m soil
shovelled to the ground
No ball games
While I’m in bed, I’m trying to sleep.
When I’m trying, I sometimes think.
No-one sleeps by counting damn sheep.
There’s too many and then they go out of sync.
Hang on what is that? Feels… Looks like bloody wool!
Did they escape? They’ve made a right mess.
That’s weird I can, I seem to be looking down upon myself, on the bed.
Oh! The covers have fallen on the… What the F***, It can’t be!
Where are my limbs? I’m killer sheep meal!
I am just but a head, a right knee, oh, and a heel?
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
When it came to the anger management classes, Deano thought he had it sussed. In his last session, he kicked through the doors, eyes popping and fizzing like inflatable light bulbs. Deano was bloody furious! Spewing words out like a fleshy sick gun. Words Like, Flipping twerp!
Git!
Swine!
Bastard!
Rotter!
And maybe worst of all, twats!
Barking such demonic filth at individual class members sent him crimson, his spit drenched chin shone (a la Rhubarb and custard).
Meanwhile the class slid from their chairs, coughing lunch out of their holes. The Laughter shook them in the room like a child shaking a box of mewing kittens.
The sound of laughter only made it worse for poor old Deano. Through his fingers, he looked at what he’d created. Deano slumped to his knees, cried into his hands and screamed, “I am so angry!”
Then there was a round off-beat clapping from the darkened corners of the room.
The Class was over.
‘Hello, I wondered if you c—‘
‘Help you? Yes I can’
‘Oh…ok great, well, are you able t—‘
‘Yes, yes I can do that for you.’
‘I’m sorry but can you please s—‘
‘Stop Interrupting! Sorry, no, I can’t possibly do that!’
‘Ok, well I’ll–‘
‘Go somewhere else?’
‘Yes! Sorry but, but do you do this t–‘
‘All my customers…yes I’m afraid I do, is it–‘
‘Annoying! Yes! Yes it bloody well is!’
‘Ah, but you’ve been here before you see, not five minutes ago, asking me for the same thing. Actually, every-day, you come in everyday and ask for something, we always have this conversation.’
‘Oh, sorry I–‘
‘No its fine, really, please come again.’
‘But I’ve forgotten what I came in for now!’
‘Precisely, it’s your conscience you see. I have lots of other customers identical to you and they never come in for the reason they thought they did. They just feel they need to.’
‘Really, what shop is this anyway? What do you sell?’
‘Shop! This isn’t a shop! No, no, no, this is, I mean to say I am…This is your conscience, like I was saying, we, we together are your conscience. It’s always like this. You see, your real-self is actually out there, outside of here, somewhere.’
‘Ok. Well if that’s the case I’m gonna go now, out there, Ok, get some air.’
‘Goodbye yes, goodbye, you were going earlier as well weren’t you, but then, yet again you needed some filling in, as always, anyway, goodbye it is then.’
‘Hello, I wondered if you can –‘
‘Help you? Yes I can.’
.
I have a comb in my hand
What do I do know?
I have a comb in my hand
I have a wallet in my hand
What do I do know?
I have a hanky-chief in my hand
I have a comb in my hand
What do I do know?
(Bang!)
What was that? What was that?
What’s was that noise?
What’s that noise?
What do I do know?
What do I do know?
I see a face
I can’t remember
What do I do know?
What do I do know?
She’s smiling
I can’t remember
I have a wallet in my hand?
What do I do know?
It’s all gone
Can’t remember
I feel so tired
What do I do know?
Tired
What do I do now?
I have a comb in my hand
She’s talking to me
What do I do know?
Can’t remember
Ok
What do I do know?
Put my coat on?
Oh oh oh
Where are we going? Where are we going?
Doctors, oh oh oh
What do I do know?
What do I do know?
I have a hanky chief in my hand
I feel tearful
What do I do know?
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Id mades mead downed lide a ride didiot!
Bud da grade thig is idd gis you a grade readon da dee won!
Ad dis won made dew downed lide won…Atchoo!
I Eat Let.ers 