What Is Space

what is                                                                                                                                       space
                 

is the clean part of the poetry page
unsullied by words
usually on the right-hand side >>

                                               << sometimes the wrong-hand side


that my friend is a poem ~ your lightbulb moment ~ space maketh the poem
still you say                                              uh     huh

only because  they never taught you that at school I bet
or those creative writing classes..colon

                                                                                                                                                          okay
                         so today we will learn about how to do perfect space and challenge words


                              Great poets have always utilised space - discuss

Answer (without calculator):

pan-psychists dropping naut droplets and flying
the sweat lodge the shaman the cactus
mother ayahuasca flew to space more than nasa
a garden gnome a tea cosy a non-gender specific air cabin crew trolley..

n           ever                                                                                                  ot
a
s           traight                                                                                              pace
a          nswer                                                                                               gency


Answer (with calculator):

operation paperclip formula

                                                    = what could go wrong


End of Answer


I sometimes spend more time filling in the space
than

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           a
             /

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                        !
                          
                                Z
                            
                                       g
                                                 on the words
the words are incidental
have you any idea the poet-thought that goes into thinking of
                                                         

                                                                e
                                         c

                   a

                                         p

                                                                 s
                                                                                          

philistines might argue
all the trees that would be saved
all that space that would be saved
if poetry was not a thing
like a soft drink that claims to be the real thing ~ that real

question scientific orthodoxy will get you banned for being unorthodox
so i will say my mind is outside my head
in the past esp still existed
hang on to the streisand effect
as scientific materialists phase-locking fear mission-drift
they do not believe miracles exist ~ apart from their big baaaang..

fewer pages equal fewer murdered trees
no tortured men with tresses
see what I did there
trees/ tresses
when was the last time a dinosaur did that
or a tree.. 

                           r         s           e
                  t                p                   e
                                     a
                                     c
                                     e
                                     =
                                                                                                                                                                                              
how many virtual trees and dinosaurs have died just for that last five lines
and if you were not reading this they would still be alive
you encouraged me to write this

do not dare pass the buck

your fault entirely

you are not the victim here
 
                                            it is all mememememe                              with you

s            pac                            e                                          s                pac                              e

(for beginners
the space above has been underlined for ease of reference
like the space above)

if dinosaurs were dead french wordsmiths named

m                  allar
        me
they might have bulldozed their horns on trees

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                                                                         >>and make more of that  (see above)

if a dinosaur dropped on a forest
would this word make a sound..


        
                  would said dinosaur still be alive today
or certainly no deader than mallarme..

and they would have evolved
ditched their lizard scales
for tresses ~ manly tortured poet tresses
if poetry was their thing ~ manes flowing
maidens sitting astride racing tyrannosauruses pondering buttercups..

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the planet too might be in better shape
or then again perhaps not
fewer trees = less carbon dioxide from trees yes
so yeah it is all good
I am saving the planet
that is why the dinosaurs died
all the trees killed them..

~ when there were no poets
and now everywhere there are tortured men with tresses
making space where dead trees once lived
pumping out carbon dioxide
in a sick dinosaur-population reduction scam..

no wonder trees never sport tresses..

 the                                space
was hanging out the wrong side back then..

deforestation must continue
or tree-carbon dioxide will kill us all
the way they wiped out the mythic dinosaurs...

Looking Glass Dunes

Up-lit child bathes velutinous
On the school stage the sweet sparrow sings
And parents grasp the clutching maw machines
Vanishing heads present arms raised to stream
Fleshly branches fluoresce process
Obsidian rectangular masks fracture verisimilitude geometric Picasso
The child blink-blinks for the glass forest asway
The ousted eyes triangulate flashes
Broadcasting mobile Sieg Heils sotto..

The child finishes so softly and awaits alas
Clasped seconds of silence roar a smear
Mobile salutations ceasefire
And mural beef fists in flowering repose applaud
The child slightly bewildered
Smiles a sliden relief..

One hand clapping Mumsnet Buddhas
Tap-tap the smart plastic
An echo of pregnant applause reverses
Someone presses open together hands
Circling dragons dance around the time-broken reserve..

Hands parting hands press together apart in one claps..
And a pregnant pause-cheer whoops a Theremin
A car alarm attunes for a ghost..

Relayed new memories lap double-glaze
The phasing phased in out in
The fled bleed around looking glass dunes
Childhood paused uploaded prefaded
Windows if waves crash mirrors cast..

The Lost Sheep With No Name

i met an organic meat farmer 
he claimed boldly he also owned the world’s first truly organic abattoir
he asked well would you like to see it
i said i’ll pass 
i have some ice i wish to sell to a penguin
must be going..
he smirked don’t tell me you are a fucking veggie..
i pondered okay i won’t
oh very droll he said 
my abattoir is truly organic he insisted
we don’t care for technology
we breed and let them go humanely
totally natural
and all in accordance with nature..

i should have walked away but being the crowned city idiot
and for many a year now..
i have the certificates..
>>

he ushered in the first lucky animal
while earnestly reminding me
and anyway animals don’t feel pain..so..case closed..
an abattoir hand nodded in agreement
ah you a veggie..you a veggie..
before walking off to the pub..

the animal gazed trusting limpid doe-like 
the laser guided pathos stung my eyes
here goes then said the world’s first truly organic abattoir owner
are you ready he asked
i wasn’t sure whether he was addressing me or the animal
he then grabbed the animal round the neck
see thing is we feed them natural food
so they taste lovely not of american chlorine
we give them the minimum of antibiotics and vaccines
and we let them out to run and eat grass
fewer little ones get autism
and animals don’t require a high eye queue anyway..

it was brightly lit outhouse
wispy rays of silver bathed the glass ceiling
but enough of the poetry..

after a few minutes of punching it in the head
it lay on the floor twitching..

where did you learn to do that i asked
oh sometimes while i am in the field
i watch the humans having punch-ups
i’ve been training in the barn
under the light of the moon hitting haystacks
my farmer friend forgot to mention all the steroids he forces upon us too ~
au natural
although i hate to say it the steroids really helped me bulk up
so i am filled with puss as well as muscle
yeah i’m gonna go to detox
before i walk onto another farm
do the same all over again..
by the bye
the ones who know 
call me the lost sheep with no name..
he then got on his equine friend and rode away..

Goldfish To Alien..

around thirty pairs of turquoise eyes as still as gods
gazed below the reeling clouds
and to the left and low 
skimming the thrumming city nightscape
two dazzling orbs floated back and forth
peeling dripping vibrant streams
sliver pulsations of a silvery olive 
luminous ribbons sparkled and drifted 
down-lighting the raven-tress air marveling skipped 
oh and how the milky way star-ships glittered..

i had such a strange feeling too uncanny to explain
so so strange
i cannot even begin to explain..
bedazzled 
through powerful binoculars i witnessed for minutes delightful 
the pouring lights on my left moving back and forth
all while the ones very high above 
a whole battalion of stock-still boomerangs
and certainly professor brian cox 
would have waterfall-pissed his sceptical bbc twin-pillar pants
twas swamp gas i beseech you 
twas swamp gas you fools
they live far too far away..

i waved them hi the ones who do not exist
and after drinking my fill
for more earthly matters alas i had to walk away..
a few hours later i checked in again
the lower ones leftward had vanished to who-knows-where
yet the ones in the heavens were stacked up observing
swimming sliding vertical horizons
sea horse graceful gymnastic gravitics
mulling the earthling planet rented
full of tin can 60s museum-piece spaceships
and space suits made by a bra manufacturer
the oblivious twinkling firefly planes taking off and landing..

and in this universe of creation
we are the only game in town
and in the middle of a stadium of watching trillions 
be a clever goldfish 
lean against the glass all knowing
and peer at your misshapen reflection and out at nothing and no-one..

how lucky i was to witness
faraway sentinels skinny-dip their boundless ether endless sea
i waved again just to be friendly
twas remarkable enchanting awe-inspiring
and yes more than a little eerie..

i wonder 
are the visitors back on their planet recounting to their friends
the funny episode of that strange small faraway dot of a being
from a steel and glass cave seemingly waving up at them..
oh don't be silly
absolutely no way
we were far too far away..

To Red Pill Pill The Fake Myth Myths

No one here gets out alive
Apart from those ~
Culture’s beautiful untamed horses
The twenty-seven club going on eighty
From now to anciently
Hollyweird to Lookout Mountain’s riant eyes
From Tavistock Institute
Blood lines and Five Eyes
From all this to all of that
Mainstream presstitutes
The War On Terror’s ratatat-atat..
I, more than once, accused of not believing in 9/11
Is 9/11 now a diety ~
At free-fall..

Lo, I fell for other myths
Older now, yet frankly
Only the mirages without shadow, I’m self-immunised
All the romanticised, worshipped, afterglow internalised~ not so easy
All our heroes, credos, in all guises, means and ways ~ weaponised..

Controlled opposition
Intelligence children
Psittacine weird scene
No nepenthe for those aroused from sleep
Cyclopean worms ride the deception snake ~ the end
And from some fetid eternal birth-wheel still springs
Such bastard fakes, and in a forever churn
From whom clones are cloned
And in their image, should we seek redemption, only we are burned
We debate within the dark nano-frames presented
Step out the frame ~
It’s okay to be a heretic
Surf the 10-D chessboard, frisbee the rabbit holes, up-ended
Flip the silence..

Embosk glanceable
Betrays them, yet not, they always hold control
I recently attended, and wide-eyed awake
all the wakes I previously lamented ~
I, the eager younger dreamer
Gazed all too glittering seams to earnestly seem ~ gold fever
Question: Will I still weep for the ones I once believed ~
this unstilled part of me
Do red pills turn blue when the red-pilled sing the blues
Oh, goodness above, oh no
Now I believe I know..

In the hills the dead are alive, we cried
And some wept again at the pathos of that
I side-stepped a glance at myself, surprised
As tears splashed the piss-memorials
The orchids, the scent of rust-sprayed thorns
And, as we stood beside ourselves, the fake dead encored more
Wow, how I fell for the news’ lying eyes
So you never died a long time ago..

Well no, we told you we sold the world..
And now we have killed you twice
We desire a few of you to realise 
And we shoot you down again
Band-bang-alive you re-fortify us, unwitting initiate
We shoot you down again
Bang-bang-alive
Heart-broken, strange you seem so vivified
Yes, aren’t we often electrified
When we pull back the veil, confirm the betrayal
So, congratulations,you spook-detective, you spoked our signals, receptive, ha ha
Question: Who you gonna call..

Pulsar

curly sea green eyes lap the face
melted fish-bone eyelash tresses
coral pink elfin ears embrace
mural tousled hair the loomed air electric..

the hamster wheel dots float below
mercury blobs zoom zig-zag flow
everyone dreams a snooze-and-go
papier-mache fist-fight-legs dapple snow..

rivendell rapunzel boots of daffodil
shopping channels flicker concreted life dismay
cardboard pizzas chew saturdays
washing machine sundays thrum dentist drills..

the coffee tastes hackneyed the ice cubes melt all tender
dew on a blade of grass like butter
do archetypes ever get stuck in lifts
are we ridden on an archon spaceship..

i have seen more ufos than i can count on one hand
yet never come into contact with a genuine non-stick frying pan
entry-point noodles taser such technology
non-stick noodles must be raised a priority..

powder blue clouds a firmament of cotton glass
a memory a cash cow a second a distant past
the tenderest smile a lighthouse a pulsar flash
the ocean waves lifted on your open hand..

All The Trimmings

strung out planet sun
bleaches ping-pong washed-out drivers
angry school run-in mums
squalling speed-bump kiddie forklift shuttles
fleshly tyre ringleted infants
diabetes magnets..

meerkats on the meter
globule-emulator trinkets
banshee hyper-progeny
near crumpled on arrival
morbid bundles of joy
balloon-heads piggy-back tweezers legs..

noctilucent clouds slant
wispy dappled fist-flowers
filmy enfolding drizzle
ripple slate rivulets
lightening bolts strike tasers..

wishing well
what do you wish for
do you sport fur on the inside
sawdust and plastic water
mimic chicken wings like magic..

fowl mountains
fortified with antibiotics
and hormones and steroids
great fun for children of all ages
bended minds concaved trowel
such supper treats when they are good..

supermarket chicken
fur and feathers on the inside
squelching battery-farm acid
broiling grim tots infertile
garnished with radiating laptops
water taps piss recycled contraceptive piss
baby dad oxycontin
benevolent sackler philanthropy
free museums for the broken..

inject-your-babies-weight vaccines
and monsanto needs you too
all is good here
recognise the gifts of sky-rocketing autism
a pint of chlorine
a lithium chaser
on the house
no need to say please/thank you..

For more info on the Sackler's Purdue Pharma:
https://youtu.be/rCVR_eQPAbg

Ave Maria, Tavistock Institute Androgyne (Men Will Have Babies Too)

with scanty clothing on the melt of snow
legs akimbo
my respiration and my pulse and my heartbeat imperceptible
here i reign toyetic
a kindly suspended animation
with headphones diving deep into
hyper gamma and lambda and epsilon frequencies
frequencies range from 0.5hz to 100hz
forest crests swim and sway
waves part in slow motion modulation..

i am a man giving birth to a baby au naturel
in this english nation
by a tor
in an endangered spider and grey owl sanctuary
lovingly paid for by the nhs
another tavistock institute fun-day initiative
with additional monies from the lottery ~
deutsche bank in your time-line soon crashes..

the 5g light posts glisten across this land now
every hundred metres or so
our very souls inform on us
save us from ourselves divine electronic black goo god..we sang
slowly your League of Us boiled like frogs back then
epic
thus the most strange feelings of bliss passed over
the mind-fried women and children and men ~
pets..

the nano-particles and uvc and smart dust ~
we became the a.i
or we become this a.i again and again
we shall forever snort the pervasive anti-god particle
eyes wallowing like marbles rolling on black mirrors
we evolve evolve evolve
melt and mesh into the illuminated multi-dimensional panopticon
this once-upon-a-time ancient island
delete as appropriate
a newer hy'brasil..

and i am a man having a baby
i am your future
this new eden
the royal blue-bloods the pineal gland munchers
who dream with your andrenochrome
almond almond almond..amen..
pine cones..

hark
the hundredth monkey jumped the shark..

and all is good here
and one day men of england all this will be all yours
hold in a deep breath..

allow me now to address the women of england
equivocal about some of this
you certainly have been quite rude to me sometimes
feminists
my public transport experiences at your hands ~ horrifying
when i almost broke my waters on the jubilee line
back in that harangued future past
you never offered me a seat
almost like you resented me or something
men having babies..how sexist lady..

you may wish to name this kissing cousin of the mandela effect
a hoax flipped and flipped again
the only way to escape this real matrix ~ overdose the blue pill
and overdose the blue pill pharmacy within
shift all the mind gears into reverse-thrust
never return to sender this rebirth
floor the pedal floor the floor
and fall exploding through the totality
explore its grim crystalline core eminence
the event horizon at sea level
this firmament - turfed
let go of believing - to know..

mandela-mandala-amygdyla-magdalen-almond-amen
ave maria
i flew backwards through the cern telegraph
your future through my past
so forgive all the tense confusion here
the oceans the oceans..

listen men of england men of the world
if you are reading this
you are on the list
rejoice
this message is meant for you
allow me to disclose you are the first ones chosen
you will soon be with child
join me
frolic among the rare spiders and owls
legs akimbo in floating zero-gravity aseptic babbling pools
let it be written
you will also shit a beatific sprog..

do i say this with manchurian conviction..

well
my embryo grew nurtured in ice-jet lagoons in porton down
black goo thank you
the robot impregnator mopped my brow
as it basted me up my fudge tunnel freeway
it hurt a little
fair to say it's probably easier for gays
but still i would do it all again
ouroboros baby
ophiuchus star child..

*******************

there is an orchestra to my right
as the birth is being a being a being televised live
an ambient wash of canary and lapis lazuli lights
i'm on a pyramid stage
violins over my earphones
is that aled jones
i'm walking in the air..

..oh the pain
my waters are breaking..
this is england
a country fair and tony blair
the how and the why unnecessary
chew the rubber road to nowhere
add chocolate sprinkles for taste..

i'm sweating
tears are rolling down my face
push push the android midwives encourage
the terraces all flashing lights
the orchestra swells
as the baby begins cork-screwing out my anus
the timing couldn't be more perfect
it's a breach birth planet saturn
an amniotic cactus sack of draco protoplasm
'twas one we made earler..

aled jones ~ we're walking in the air
feeling like christmas now
...the people far below are sleeping as we fly..
oh look there's simon cowell
on the front row
i see him as i float upside-down
i watch the big screen behind me
like the tarot's hanged man
like an alleged falling cgi pixel..

Android: just its head now
~ c'mon england c'mon england..
the android beckons the crowd to cheer..

some on the terraces are also singing you'll never walk alone
i'm a liverpool supporter
walk..-on walk -on..with hope in your heart..
as i shit out my androgyne
one little leg popping out for attention..

far across the world
the villages go by like dreams
the rivers and the hills, the forests and the streams...

children gaze open mouthed
taken by surprise
nobody down below believes their eyes..

..To A MIGHTY ROAR
its out its out
a wellspring i whisper feelings so tender
you are neither and you will be both and
you will be plus plus plus and shades purple
the android midwives lick my brow
bedazzled the crowd rush the stage whooping cheering
security has to hold them back
i am lowered and gowned
handed the infant
andrew marr gives me the nod
i'm directed to place it on my head for light humour
so i raise it up like the world cup
the place goes berserk..

suddenly swooping low
on an ocean deep
rousing up a mighty monster from his sleep..

and walking in the air
we're dancing in the midnight sky
and everyone who sees us greets us as we fly..

my almond..to dissolve
ave maria plus..

Ascension To Prophecy

visionaries of our ascension ~
anciently holy men
did they mean literal ascension
the grand gravity switch flick-off
so cities forests farms oceans
are swept up and away
snapped from centrifugal moorings
fished to the vast benday-dot canopy
the polka-dot silvery cherry night estate..

did they foresee i wonder
football stadiums shopping malls
in meteor garb flash above 
then disintegrate and trash the moon
glass palaces
to splay on craters upside-down
implode their treasures here and there
crumpling and slicing steel starlings..

will people trees and animals
spin and soar like fireworks
revolve ever upward and away from earth
wrapped in blankets of brilliant black light
will our bodies shred like ribbons
will our souls rip away in the ether
stripped from flesh jackets 
surplus to requirements
eyeless mindless boundless timeless
disembodied streams of strobe-consciousness
no longer believing but knowing
ah so this is what our sages foretold
and this is what they were getting at..

ascension ~
will ocean liners sail away to deepest space 
like lost satellites
will art galleries and beach-front property 
and the entire continent of antarctica 
skinny-dip the sun
alchemise in rebirth-annihilation
liquid gold oblivion and embryo..

and should people and pets 
simply ascend to hit ceilings
only to stir awake light years later
rubbing their eyes
will they open their front door and fall
onto white starlit lawns
and limpid platinum galaxy streets 
spinning up lotus blossom rotor blades
spiritualise your new eden..

some of us might fall off to a planet
burn across its sky as screaming fireballs 
for seers a glimmer by camp fires to gaze
look here ~ a sign ~ prophecy
one day..us..again..

Fifty Shades Of Freckle-Faced Dalek

i fell so hopelessly in love with a freckle-faced dalek
she was sitting in the park on a swing farouche alone
yet we got chatting and one thing naturally led to the other
so we rolled into a nearby quarry
where she plugged the scintillating us into a pylon
we mind-melded moons stars power-stations and suns
please don't feel envious of our cosmical abandon 
or this most unique slap-and-tickle trippy phenomenon 
for this e.t didn't wish to phone home..

she moved in with me
and things were wonderful for a while
yes occasionally she earnestly shot people's heads off 
kind of endearing actually
i affected not to notice 
well they say love is blind
after all she ignored my silly elastic skin
my strange pores and what she termed my louche pacifism
such an unspoken tender idyllic understanding blossomed 
we reached out for the most sensualist transmundane draw
bodice-ripping barbara cartland sci-fi booty-call and more..

the twitching of the sans net-curtained windows
caterwauling nosey neighbour trolling 
ding-dong meer cats door-mat mythologising
their aghast goggle-eyed lurid smirkings so unbecoming
how will this affect property prices mohammed
what will the estate agents think
atavistic kitchen sink moralist effrontery
sawn-off cabbage-fangled ferret-tadpole hobbity 
never an empathetic thought offered 
for her biomorphic davrosian psychopathology
as so effortlessly she floated nonchalantly on by 
like a flake advert only with a killed people admixture 
'twas still fairly classy though
and we all have our own issues don't we
beam in your own eye..

when she whispered exterminate in bed
her buttons twirled ultramarine catherine wheels
her head span 360
the ceiling fluoresced and iridesced bellatrix tropical fish starlight
hot ectoplasm dripped over burnished steel
have you ever seen a dalek orgasm in high-heels
the high-heels were ruined but oh..oh the memories
she popped my love-making-with-an-alien cherry..

she left skaro on a sabbatical
she hid her saucer 'neath an abandoned bouncy castle
she sucked up noodles through her nozzle
but she didn't like biscuits
neither do i
she described herself as a flexitarian vegan 
because she mostly eschewed paltry human beings
what a relief
so you can see why we had so much in common
it was fate or something like..

the dalek equivalent of barry white music
wafted from her woofers
the loose living ever enveloping
illicit polyester duvet/rare metal sheet loving
almost every week i was phoning in unwell 
so at twilight i could read her my poems
while she pertly upskirted wheelie bins
and lasered garden gnomes and passers by
she dropped olives in my mouth
as i stroked battery acid on her thighs
she tore off my hazmat suits
all strewn carelessly on bewildered neighbours' plastic-palace roses
what's not to like..

inevitably i suppose
you know how these things go
the cracks first started to show
first on the walls then by the fused wiring
after she exploded the washing machine
a wayward experiment in tantric appliance canoodling 
the damage wasn't covered by insurance alas
as i didn't have the foresight 
to take out fully comprehensive lustful-dalek damage cover
my bad not hers ~ 
my dimpled dappled whirling phase-shifter lover
another time she tore off the cooker lining wore it like a tiara
all very f. scott fitzgerald
i fell so hopelessly in love 
so mesmerised as i stroked her ribbon-banged bangled bevels
couldn't help myself..

anyway
we broke up after a silly argument
the knock-on-effect of her untamed hormonal diode-net
i caught her lap-dancing saucily beneath a belisha beacon
seduced by its brazen winking halterneck flirting light 
i admit as she stopped traffic then and there
for she found the essence of its orb so rare
my jealousy weaselled away unprepared
how dare she flirt with an inanimate object
i didn't understand at the time..

so it was with a teary but amicable end
i waved her farewell as her saucer lifted 
i receive a telepathic postcard from her once in a while
last heard she's living with a lunar lamp-shade-puffin
and an outlaw band of procyon sasquatch munchkins
pirating turkey-rooster orgonite tankers near the badlands of orion..

oftentimes i daydream about her fondly 
her electroshock so foxy
i yearn to join her amazing escapades 
racing her light-ship of anthracite
she took the bouncy castle with her
now floating upside-down on a martian river
out there somewhere she's repurposing pylons
and lassoing meteorites..

Confession: Feeding Cornflakes To A Deceased Nun Is Easy If You Don't Know What You're Doing

i accidentally fed cornflakes to a deceased nun
it wasn't on purpose
she didn't die deliberately
it was a first for both of us..

i then attempted to feed the nun coffee
to help her swallow the cornflakes
she didn't drink the coffee either
a deceased nun can't drink coffee
perhaps i should have offered her tea
i know i often learn
by such ass-backwards
esoteric ether transference experiences..

i recall my note to self
next time you are with a nun
a nun you don't realise is deceased
offer her a nice cup of tea
forget the cornflakes..
you won't receive your care work nvq level 2
if you carry on like this..
i could hear the voices
this is what you get
when you have children of indian immigrants
working in the nhs..

soon afterwards
i was consoled by a sympathetic patient nearby
who watched me try to feed the deceased nun
never mind darlin
it's the thought that counts
it was quite sweet really
almost better than telly
have you got a cigarette
she didn't look that dead you know..

i wheeled her past the fire exit door
we stood there for a few minutes
within our late 1990s curlicue pre-chemtrail haze
wrapping ourselves for dear life
while rem's what's the frequency kenneth
segued to sophie b.hawkins right beside you
the radio at the nursing station
often received
and offered such demi-angel-wave transmissions..

she asked will you get into trouble for that
for the nun..i replied
no darlin
i mean because you offered me a ciggy..
..anyway she died so you never harmed her
and she was a nun
so if she was watching you from above
trying to feed her
she would have forgiven you
nuns have out of body experiences after they're dead
like taxi drivers they have the knowledge..

i thanked her
i won't get in trouble
and hospital is the best place for smokers
so you're in the right place
so no i won't get in trouble
so no worries but thanks you're kind..

she smiled
you cheered me up
i won't forget..that..

we went back to the ward
and as i wheeled her by her bed
a porter was wheeling the nun away
wrapped in sheets like an egyptian mummy
i never saw the porter dressed like that before
and the ward sister asked me to come to the office..

were you the one who was with her..she asked
yeah..she just wanted..needed a cigarette i replied
she shook her head and laughed
don't tell me the nun smoked
nothing surprises me anymore
we're both due a coffee-break the sister mused
cheers i replied
she paused before whispering
..take it easy..
i nodded i'll try
and with our cappuccino'd plastic
we both walked to another emergency fire exit..

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