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Little pig where did you go? My Monday look - on the edge, viewing the block from out my window, smoking a cigarette as if waiting for my next visit behind bars. This was only the beginning of a cocktail of iodises that have been running through this week.
working early and late, I forget my duty to sleep, I forget that I don't smoke, I forget that I should be a teacher. Instead I turn each day, as if detached from the series of normal preparation, 1 hour sleep, 3 hour sleep, maybe 4.. my mind so raw that there is no time to listen to any doubt or concern, like a highway man, I stand and deliver, stealing the glory in this unusual mask.
I steal the moments with great presence and confidence, with demands we make a move, a groove on this long, long day. I working this chain gang hard, because if we stop, if we don't have fun, then I must surely die and surrender to being less than I am.. a highway man.
I can not sit still unless in prison uniform, where has my spirit gone to be free?
Tuesday night, She asks if I'm OK? I am always OK, even when I'm not, I'm OK.
have you seen the moon tonight, it is so bright, hiding slightly.
are you OK she asks again.
Yes, I think I'm just hoping. Hoping you a feeling wild child tonight. (It is early hours of the morning).
How wild she asks?
Just to be here not there.,,
What's your address you asks.
Undecided by money or time, my choices are the latter . money is great but my time is still worth more.. today at least.
I have a girl emailing me daily,, for a week.. we have never met and are strangers.
I played a game, two lines, one truth one lie. We find ourselves painting pictures of revolutions, playing with fire and twisted rope. There is nothing I am hungry for from this girl, apart the daily mystery that we are making habitual,,, crazy talk.
The games run through the background of my raw mind as I survive and strive this week. Along with a song, skinny love, that I formed another strange bond with..listening to over and over.
It makes reach for my window and dream of living in the woods, away from civilization, only to return once we have solved all our drama's, or at least I can solve them for you.
The highway man was what I wanted achieved from teaching, I didn't know it would be in such a short time.. I thought months not weeks.. now I have a question, do I care? Do I care to teach? I care when I am there, I care for the kids, but for my future, what of it now.
I have eaten my lunch, I met the king, I've danced with his daughter and stolen a kiss, what now for the monkee man,
I can not see beyond the mist, but have the sense of adventure the night before he made a move, Oliver Twist.
So I have the next few days to care, the next few days to try and find some answers, there is no such thing as getting lost,
when I am lost I am always finding new things,
gifts, always gifts,
what lost brings.
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Posted by Heymonkee on 2008-07-26 04:36:29 | Rating: | Views: 34
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