I went up to the boy and got a ticket for the film.
He told me the name of the film
and I said what other love is there.
Unrequainted he said yea I can’t spell it
but I sure have had plenty of it
but you know every now and then
you have to chance your arm
the women asked me what I wanted
I said coffee she told me she would make it with love
I said only if it is with requainted love.
I told her that was what marriage is
watching you screw up your face
like a wild animal
while you put your bra on or your deodorant.
Things that other people didn’t know
but I had seen you do it a thousand times or more
and each time it still fascinated me.
I can steal these things from your life
so I don’t have to live my own
I only wish I had more people to steal from
EVERYBODY NEEDS A FRIEND
I walked into the closing down ladies shop
not sure why went to the back
and saw a row of mannequins.
I had been after one for a while
didn’t buy it straight away though
but knew I would take it home paint her
then I would think about driving around
with her in my car see if anybody would notice
I even thought about getting some roller skates for her
and walking around with her.
“HI have you met my friend,”
Yea I could have some real fun with people
with that after all I have to get something
from them and besides I get lonely it good
to have someone to talk to even if they don’t talk back.
I went into the shop and gave them the money
the young woman asked me if I wanted a receipt
and I said I should be okay.
She pulled it into three parts
and said I can come back for a bit later if I wanted.
I said I should be okay so off
I went through the shopping mall
with the crutch through one hand
and the other around the tits with the base.
I got some strange looks especially from some old women.
Then I wished I got a receipt
they may all think I am stealing her.
I couldn’t help but think if anybody asks me
I can say it is the wife she has gone to pieces.
The arm fell off a couple of times
and she started to get heavy so I had to put her down a few times
as all the kids started to come out of the college
then this bloke came up behind me. “Nice bit of skirt.”
He said. “It is the wife she is going to pieces.”
I said. I got her to the car exhausted and she fell in the back.
“Get up you silly bitch.” I said.
Eventually I got her home but as I got her out of there
she started to fall to pieces in the street.
“Come on pull yourself together.”
I got her inside before any of the neighbours
could see now she points east in the front room
I hope the wife doesn’t get jealous.
I walked out the gym late
the woman at reception gave me a wry smile
as I walked out with a towel on my head,
We went to screwfix to pick up the toilet.
I walked in towel still on my head
she and all the butch men started to look at me
staring at the towel. I walked to the counter.
“What is the matter
nobody ever seen a man with a towel on their head before.
“They all looked away and we left with our brand new toilet.
I met the woman again last night
mostly I have avoided her over the years
the way I avoid everybody.
She told me I looked like a skier
I told her I had been known to ski in my past
but everything was in my past now.
She said she liked my short stories from all those years ago
something that was powerful
that lingered around the coffee table for days.
I told her she was kind but of course she wasn’t.
She was in old people’s care homes with a music group
breathing new life into the old
keeping them alive just that little bit longer.
She didn’t mention why we had not talked in years.
She had that sense about me that something bad was going to happen
the way a lot of people know even if I didn’t know myself.
Not yet. When she said goodbye she did it with that air
that the conversation was not important to her at all
and off she went.
I wonder if I will talk to her next time if there is a next time
What do you do when you are alone
that is the real question.
I don’t know what others do.
I can sit in silence writing and there is nothing else in the world
but more times than not I do other things.
Things so I don’t have to write
but why I don’t know.
Things so I don’t have to be alone even though
I run from people I walk the other way when I see them.
I avoid them but that makes me lonelier so lonely I can’t even write.
So what do I do stay alone
run to people pester them into talking to me.
It is not that I am uninteresting
I can laugh and be agreeable
yeah I can be a good guy but in the end I have to lose
I have to lose
TELL ME A STORY
i want people to tell me about their lives
their stories in that way
I want to be a stenographer of other people’s lives
My life is not important at all only to tell theirs
but the sick part of it all is I am shy,
I can’t talk to people only when I am thrown into life
but life has not done that lately all it does is keep me here
hiding from everybody.
Sleeping and waiting
I know life is all in the adversity
the gut wrenching pain of it all
horrific drunkard dancing in the streets
but you get to a stage when you can’t do it anymore
like June said to Henry
you don’t even know what you are.
You are a masochist.
But one day it has to stop
you just can’t do it anymore.
That day is today.