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Sunday January 28, 07
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06:50 AM - Keys and seeds
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For light relief I did this one;
"I've lost my keys"
I've lost my keys
Oh no, such grief
It's bloody cold
Out on the street
Precious comforts
Locked up tight
How will I get
Inside tonight?
I always mocked
The homeless poor
Yet here I stand
Outside the door
I cannot cope
It's such a shock
I'll grab an axe
And smash the locks!
Mr Policeman
Help me please
No, not the 'cuffs
I live here, see...
You stupid Plod
Now let me go
I'm telling you
This is my home
You won't believe
My dreadful plight
Locked in the cells
On Friday night!
after the heaviness of this one;
Bitter Seed
His synthetic praises
Were cheap luckless charms
Insincere tokens
Easily spoken
But I know
We all know
I walked home alone
The gentlest of hands
Now rests on my arm
But wormwood reminders
Poison the kindness
And I know
As you know
I'll walk home alone.
Thanks for your positive comments on the "Fireworks" piece, Redpathetic. I showed it to a few people but no-one got the Cromwellian misquotation or the mischievous references to lyrics/quotes from Morrissey. I suppose I was being too subtle, too limited to a particular audience or just not good enough.
Anyway I appreciate the journals I read here. That connection with others through words is a magical thing..
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I've been locked outside my house a few months ago also, and I know the feeling! It really, like you said in such a nice way, is a reminder of how lucky you are for having a nice comfy place to warm up yourself in. This is the North, not Rio de Janeiro, where the breeze invites you to either sleep outside or open your large bedroom windows.