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Identity Crisis
INTRUDER ALERT
INTRUDER ALERT

Identity crisis sweeps the nation!

CULTURE ATTACK
CULTURE ATTACK

It's all a shambles
They're not meant to be here
(On Free Earth)
Get out the fists
Get out the stones
Get out the matches, the petrol
Let them all go up!

The quiet voice of reason in his
Suit and tie points out that though
Our cup of tea's gone milky
We're one big happy families.

and so it's
INTRUDER ALERT <OFF>

(but the bulb in the underground bunker hasn't stopped flashing.)

Beast
"I wish I had her figure."
Yeah, you're a real beast.
Why can't you see that you've already got it?

And it's frightening.

You've been blinded by the big screen that's
Screaming in your magazines.

Your mind has slowed because you're
Running on Minium Requirements.

Attach numbers and measurements to a thing of beauty.
Clinicising.
Objectifying
So that you can pin shame to that waist (those ribs!)

You're a
Walking
Talking
Toothpaste tube of tears.

Fashion fails us with it's fickleness this time around.
Why is Zero never Not?

Those who live by the TV will
Die by the TV.

Somes Perficio
Thy pelvis is like unto the great mountains,
Jutting proudly forth from the shallow world below.
Betwixt these, it is like unto a deep valley
That runs down further and further,
Meeting at the centre of thine innermost desire.

Thy waist, and oh! Thy belly-Though art so (SO, SO,) slender,
Like the mother spider's waist, and yet, out comes silk, eggs,
(DEPRESSION, LOW SELF-ESTEEM)
And it is these that bring forth such prosperity.
And such wonder (HORROR) to the eyes.

Thy ribs are like unto the strings of the sweetly played lyre (LIAR)
Playing golden melodies (PHOTOS OF ITCOULDBEYOU! THIN AS A STICK)
To thine ears (SUCKING YOU IN)
Telling thee of a newly discovered beauty.
(HEY, REALITY IS WHAT YOU MAKE OF IT!)

Atmospheres
Small talk over the
Tears upstairs
Fades forcefully in and out of the
Atmosphere downstairs.

It seems to her that-
“-He doesn’t give a monkey’s, he doesn’t care.”
I do-
“-I don’t believe you. If you did you wouldn’t do it again.”

I care-of course I care.
For a given value of care.
It’s called Perspective.
Just because I don’t go into
Panic Status
When the little things go wrong
Does not make me an
Apathetic Grunt.

I’d love to see someone live by the mantra:
Never make the same mistake twice,
But I think I’d be left
Swallowing my laughter.
Which is why I am sorry.

Next time
I’ll write a check list.
Next time
You’ll find perspective and Calm Down.
And none of that’ll happen, we know.
But that’s love.
Apologies and cuddles will heal the mistakes
However much they happen.



Small talk over the
Tears upstairs
Fades forcefully in and out of the
Atmosphere downstairs.

The top floor is still going, riding precariously on the earthquake causing havoc below. The last tremors fade back into the core and everyone on the top floor rushes to find 100% survivors, who’s injuries will heal.

But one day the earthquake’s gonna be bigger. The top floor will collapse and everyone on it will have the same fate as everyone else.

And there will be
Deaths.

There will be no small talk over the
Tears that will be everywhere
It will not fade forcefully in and out of the
Atmosphere that will be everywhere.

There will be no apologies and cuddles.
Love will sit still for a moment.

I know
What It Is That I’m Going To Say
That will
Get the tremors rocking.

I can see the future that I will set in motion.

Certainty by Rumour
A good night's sleeplessness
Refreshed me this morning,
But I would wretch at any tiem
For what I thought was love.

But hastiness is a virtue I
Deplore and want, yet
I will never be a public fool again.

A good friend knows everybody
Says nothing and
Finds out everything.
(I have a good friend.)

A sad surprise.
Subjection won the battles but
Objection won the war.
It's another rejection in my head.

The day ends with my appetite back and the puzzled glee of starting a rumour about yourself

Embittered by the remaining facts.

The Family
The Sun has got his hat on.
Hip hip hip hooray.

Football shirted youngsters
Play on the grass surrounded by
The 'urbs' in suburbs.
Kicking balls through Nature's goal posts
(Trees) and
Hurtling around on Frankenstein's BMXs.
They laugh.
They smile.

One day they'll be hooligans.

A familiar car turns in.
Play is paused.
BMXs come to a stop,
Slowly.

The car rolls up
Just like they do in the movies.
The doors open wide and
Classical music fills the neighbourhood.
They're
Desperate to get out of that oven.
Four figures in
Sunday best emerge to stares.

Everyone knows where they've been.

Mum Dad Two Kids
Make the walk from garage to house
In silence.

Kids there first,
But not too first.
The front door is opened and they file in.

A second passes.

Outside, the dial slides back to
Regular.
The shouts rise up again,
A goal is scored,
And in the time it takes to pick up the ball
They glance back at The House.
Still but always occupied
(Apart from Sundays.)
The Mis-placed Neighbours.
The Family.

miss-morphine wrote:

I like them.

And I like how that last one begins a lot.

Thanks for the feedback

21st Century Checklist
-Get set for digital.

-Scan league tables for where to send darling.

-Keep vague eye on politics (waiting for something to do with money.)

-£2 for donkeys.

-Must see world in:
>HD
>Sky +
>40"
>180 channel glory.

-Watch supermarkets pull each other down.

-Buy music in binary code for 79p

-Download half of <jangly guitars regional accents album> off iTunes (do not like the rest.)

-Get DAB

-Get DAB

-Get DAB

-Keep contact with friends and family (Facebook?)

-Mobiles days numbered (3 months max.)

-Living arrangements: TBA.

-Hovercars: Not arrived yet (need to see 1950s about that.)

-Need to see doctor, think my darling might have <insert mental problem>.

-Still need to get set for digital.

21st Century Checklist.

lol