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Tue 26th March Cornermoon A ghost in the thick of it, A girlfriend, a cigarette Aglow. She waits her turn & smiles again, The Lucky Strike burns to the stem; Don't go. So who's steaming up the glass While my handstands in her heart Break stride? A half lie, A message sent, A second pending to ferment; Seeds sown. Another spark to reinvent, Cos underbellies overspent their gold. With her lighthouse head held high, All my handstands in her heart Break stride. Mon 18th March Mon 18th March Dashed downstairs half naked at the sound of the doorbell this morning, in the hope of catching a delivery of my new three-tone bedsheets, only to find another lost nutter at the portal, bless her buttered soul. We still get the occasional bemused visitor, expecting to find the psychiatric clinic, but this lady was quite distraught & refused to believe I wasn't a doctor, despite my state of undress. She said that she stayed here five years ago, and as it was raining outside and I'd failed to explain the situation clearly enough, my manners insisted I invite her inside the doorway to escape the weather for a moment. I continued to explain "this is my home now", but she didn't understand & tried to push past me into the old waiting room. Then she panicked, finally realising that I wasn't a doctor, and dashed back towards the door which had unfortunately locked behind her. I tactfully reached over to the release button on the side, which alarmed her further, and she yanked the door open & flew down the stairs & across the driveway, past the knowing crow & into the street. Peace be with her fluttering heart. |