Doggy in the window…
I whizz past this house every evening and usually this fella is looking out the window. He always clocks me and I wave at him so we can have some interaction.
He always looks confused when I wave… You know when you see someone you think you know? And you say hello to them… and then they look at you strange and you realise it’s not the person you thought it was…Well, that’s how he looks at me… He’s kinda snobby. I like him though… I wanna make friends with him…
The Creme Egg man…
His ears were dead hairy, but not hairy enough to stop the wax from flowing out like a little waxy stream down to his hairy temples… that was like a crème egg too, the yellow bit of the crème egg. I don’ t mean to turn you off crème eggs n’ stuff…
He was focussed on one thing and one thing only and that was fag butts. He couldn’t get enough of them. His eyes combed the pavement and he bent down to pick up a flattened one that had only a centimetre in it. Even though he was a large man, he was bird like in the way he chose his fag butts. A longer fag was lying only a metre away from where he picked up the stubby one, I saw his eyes darting over to it, eyeing it up but he didn’t go for it cuz it would have been too big a risk for him. It would come with the possibility of some kind of confrontation, be it with the front of a bus, or a person shouting at him. He would then be forced out of his comfort zone and maybe he would have to run.
He decided he was better off not having any interactions.
Well I have been thinking of him since and wondering about him quite a bit…I was thinking that maybe he is from eastern europe or somewhere and he was a spy or knew some top secret information and he posed a threat to the government so they gave him a face lift and a lobotomy and shipped him over here and let him loose, dumped him on the streets like a stray dog…
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Meatloaf…
Meatloaf’s Bat out of Hell was the album of choice this morning and is always good for a sing-a-long.
I had only one ipod earphone in, as I needed the other ear for the road. I know all the words of all the songs on that album and I took great pleasure in hamming it up:
I poured it on and I poured it out,
I tried to show you just how much I care,
I’m tired of words and Im too hoarse to shout,
But you’ve been cold to me so long,
I’m crying icicles instead of tears…
I like imagining I am a big fat man with long hair and I am wearing a white frilly silk shirt when I am singing that song, I actually feel like I am Meat Loaf and that I have just been dumped for the umpteenth time and I sing this song like it is the final straw…
…And she kept on telling me
She kept on telling me
She kept on telling me..
