Julie stuffed the cigarette
into her mouth
and hungrily inhaled
Benedict was late
and she standing
by Charing Cross station
was annoyed
the morning
had started bad
the nurse on the ward
questioned whether
she should be allowed out
after not taking
her medication
and who
was she meeting?
after such questioning
and the doctor saying
OK but to be back
by such and such
an hour
she felt like a child again
as if her parents
had been resurrected here
and not at home
traffic whirled by
noise
cars hooting
vans and lorries
passing by
people
O such people
Eliot was right
about death
undoing so many
she exhaled
watching the smoke
sit on the air
before being
whooshed off
by a passing car
last time Benedict said
he'd meet her
by the station
at such and such
a time
and here she was
but not he
she leaned
against the fence
last time they'd gone
to the cinema
but this time
she wanted
more time away
from such places
to be with him
not sit
and watched a film
but where was he?
she felt like a *****
standing there
smoking
one hand supporting
one elbow
one hand holding
the cigarette in such
a sluttish way
she did feel
such a ****
wearing the short skirt
and the red top
her hair drawn severely
into a bun
at the back
of her head
last time
in Trafalgar Square
she'd been almost
picked up twice
dressing as she had
telling them
to **** off
getting mad
even the nurse
on the ward
thinks she a ****
especially after
that quick ***
with Benedict
in that side room
she laughed
and inhaled
her spirits rising
with the sight of him
coming up the hill
from the underground
waving his hand madly
happy to see him
knowing the day
after all won't end
that badly
and the image
in her mind
of the ***
in the cupboard
amidst brooms
and buckets
and mops
in the dark
and the fumbling
and he walking fast
towards her
that bright expression
in his eyes
thinking that is how
worlds are born
while another dies.
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 1:47 AM UTC
Julie stuffed the cigarette
into her mouth
and hungrily inhaled
Benedict was late
and she standing
by Charing Cross station
was annoyed
the morning
had started bad
the nurse on the ward
questioned whether
she should be allowed out
after not taking
her medication
and who
was she meeting?
after such questioning
and the doctor saying
OK but to be back
by such and such
an hour
she felt like a child again
as if her parents
had been resurrected here
and not at home
traffic whirled by
noise
cars hooting
vans and lorries
passing by
people
O such people
Eliot was right
about death
undoing so many
she exhaled
watching the smoke
sit on the air
before being
whooshed off
by a passing car
last time Benedict said
he'd meet her
by the station
at such and such
a time
and here she was
but not he
she leaned
against the fence
last time they'd gone
to the cinema
but this time
she wanted
more time away
from such places
to be with him
not sit
and watched a film
but where was he?
she felt like a *****
standing there
smoking
one hand supporting
one elbow
one hand holding
the cigarette in such
a sluttish way
she did feel
such a ****
wearing the short skirt
and the red top
her hair drawn severely
into a bun
at the back
of her head
last time
in Trafalgar Square
she'd been almost
picked up twice
dressing as she had
telling them
to **** off
getting mad
even the nurse
on the ward
thinks she a ****
especially after
that quick ***
with Benedict
in that side room
she laughed
and inhaled
her spirits rising
with the sight of him
coming up the hill
from the underground
waving his hand madly
happy to see him
knowing the day
after all won't end
that badly
and the image
in her mind
of the ***
in the cupboard
amidst brooms
and buckets
and mops
in the dark
and the fumbling
and he walking fast
towards her
that bright expression
in his eyes
thinking that is how
worlds are born
while another dies.
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