This is your conscience speaking;
I know you feel
like flaying the next-door fiend,
leaving her festering in a smelly heap, to the applause
of almost every tenant on these three floors,
and you fantasise
about an unacceptable, inconceivable set-up with the bed-eyed,
dread-locked sex god you’re forever ogling
in the second-hand shop.
I realise you recently considered
ripping off your jeans and summer vest in the hey-day high street,
screaming “ I hear you knocking but you can’t come in”,
then running away, giggling.
and you are tempted
to tell that frosty screw what her silly victim –
her lily-livered excuse for a libertine loser – plotted to do
to you when she was at bingo, sandwiching his confused pseudo-love
between the pages of a detailed medical dictionary, as if
each irritating phrase was a ribbon-wrapped gift, every
trumped-up twitch and flickering heart beat a treat;
and yet he knew you didn’t want to swim
in anyone’s swan song, let alone
sink through his forlorn
funeral tune.
I understand
that – until you did it – you might think it funny
to cut off your extremities and wiggle your stumps,
singing “Look, no hands,
and no feet, either”,
and you have been dying
to tip your wardrobe through the window, crying, “look – it can fly”,
wait for the smashing crash to attract the neighbours’ attention,
then yell, “and so can I”,
and try.
It’s true that their lives are dull,
and it would give those old folks a thrill
to see your blood churning the earth into rusty mud
to feed the geriatric rose bushes,
but don’t.
This
is your conscience speaking, old bean;
don’t do any of the above – let us not forget
one is British; such activities are simply not cricket.
Extend your stiff upper lip; use it
to lift a kettle, then settle down
with a nice cup of tea.
.
©Jane Paterson Basil
Your subconscious thoughts are fabulously surreal, I enjoyed your “Magical Mystery Tour”,
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Thank you Ivor. Perhaps unlike the Beatles, my trip into fantasy was taken without the aid of LSD 🙂
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Hehe , no I never tried, I was such naive country boy back then xx
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Neither did I – I was the weirdest hippy in town – the one that didn’t do drugs xx
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I was a weird half surfie, half hippie…
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Sounds like a good combination. Around here, the hippies acted like they despised the surfers. I think they were jealous because they were too stoned to get up off their butts and have some real fun.
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I think I was seasonal, like a surfie in the summer and a hippy in the winter 😎🌞😉
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Although I only lived a few miles from an excellent surfing beach (Croyde, in North Devon) I never got around to surfing. I guess I was too busy sitting around arguing about politics 🙂
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I hated politics then, and still do now, and at this stage of my life I don’t even worry about arguing or giving them the time of of day.
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I hope you vote – if you don’t like the other parties, a Green vote is the best bet.
I’m a pain in the butt where politics are concerned…. You can tell me to shut up if you like 🙂 xx
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No please don’t shut-up, that’s exactly what they want us to do, the two-faced incompassionate greedy idiots 😁
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It’s really got to you, hasn’t it… We’ve got that Trumped up dung-heap visiting our country at the moment. I’m trying not to think about it, so I don’t start spitting poison all over my laptop 😦
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Yes It’s got to me, and I hate the the worlds “Sounds Of Silence”
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I love that version of the song xx
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A letter to you.
https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/07/14/dear-friends-a-letter-to-you/
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Fantastic. I loved the journey through all the wonderful thoughts and desires to the cool flicking of the kettle switch. Ahhh, Mines a cup of Assam, dash of milk no sugar. Thanks 🙂
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Thank you. If you can wait for half-an hour, I can run to the shops – otherwise it will have to be Earl Grey or a bog-standard, but good quality leaf tea.
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🙂
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Reblogged this on Tales from the mind of Kristian and commented:
This is the Kind of thing I wish I had written. It is totally terrific. 🙂
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This is truly fantastic!
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Thank you! I felt it was time for a bit of silliness.
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A stiff upper lip can be a bit too much at times! 😉
This is brilliant.
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I love how many things can be resolved with just a few minutes of silence and a steaming cup of tea. 😎🥀
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Isn’t that the truth! I was the first on the scene after my aunt woke up to find my uncle dead, way back when I was about 18. It was a crazy day. By the end it I felt like I had gallons of tea sloshing about inside me 🙂
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I understand that All persons handle stress, life in so many different ways, but, really, truly, if one just takes a moment out of their situation, gain some perspective, take a breath, the world would be better for it. (@–>–)
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I agree, but – speaking from experience – sometimes that’s not an easy task…
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So tragically true. 😎🥀
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😀 What a hoot! Are you smokin’ something??? LOL
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I have these moments of madness 🙂
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Perfect title for your first book! 😀
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Oh, yes, my first book… it’s around here somewhere… where DID I leave it… ah! here it is. the front cover says “My First Book, by Jane Basil”. There’s nothing inside it! Oh, well, at least I can amend the title 🙂
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LOL! I love your sense of humor! 😀
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Now this is a brilliant romp of rambunctious riot ending with the stiff upper-lipped Brit havin’ a cuppa – loved it !
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Thanks, Raili 🙂
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