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me-skywalker

Living in a parrot cage.
Cat hairs on my trouser legs.
That cigarette never suited you.
Two boiled eggs and a slice of toast.
If I had long hair Ild cut it off.
Tearooms open everyday except Mondays.
Service me arse.
Voice as soft as breasts.
I never told you my name.
Dont drink, think.
Not a single cheerleader in my town.
No standing, no singing, no lighters, no phones.
But I know a friend who has an imaginery friend.
I only F**ked you because I was a virgin.
Ild rather drop a bomb than use a knife.

me-skywalker

Any contirbutions to continue this conscious stream... Its just something I wrote in my head while I was out for a cycle through Dun Laoghaire and just looking at how people interact with each other and what they might be thinking.... feel free to add your own ramble or musings...

ciaranmac

The parrot cage is part of you,
And the bird needs to sing
Cat hairs get everywhere
Just like the smell of smoke
I can see the hair on the back of your neck-
Is it yours or the cat's?
The cheerleaders are there, but their birds are silent too
The birds are waiting for the dawn.
The cat is waiting to go out.
Cats like the dawn. They're crepuscular.
Cree puss cue lair. Nice word,
I looked it up. It means they hunt at dawn.
You're not a virgin anymore. Neither am I.
Two eggs, a little soft but I didn't say
A slice of toast
Sweet sweet coffee
And a borrowed smoke.