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No. 3044

  
Time to Analyse. By CpSingleton © 2016
It was a dream about depression and

The many ways to conquer it.

We were in a classroom set with posters of Mr Men and flowers.

Group meditation was led by an unknown face.

She talked with a smile and delivered her lines with

Wild gesticulations,

Like an impassioned Italian. 

I sat at the back of a group of young people,

Happy that their backs where my view.

She then suggested masturbation would 

Set our minds at ease.

I don’t recall the Buddhist monk opening his guided meditation the same way.

She went on, grin broad and unnerving,

To request we video our “special moment”.

It was my queue to leave that particular dream…
I’m standing on a pier. The sun is gently tickling the playful sea and

Gulls march the beach, like beady-eyed coppers.

One waves a wing in my direction.

I don’t hesitate to offer a return of my own.

I’m here for a low-backed, two-seater couch.

I knew this then, but don’t know the why now.

It’s purple. A child’s playroom purple and cheaply manufactured with fabric covered foam arms and back. I wouldn’t normally want it. But I do there, and then.

I suppose it’s because it’s stuffed with crisp twenties.

In that world I’m aware that it’s stolen money: criminal money.

I pick up the couch with the intention to 

Take it to the Gypsy fortune teller.

I know that she will find a use for it.
I’m on a country road,

Berry shrubs line the verge on both sides.

I look forward and see a line of young adults laughing and swearing.

I look back and see a similar queue.

I don’t wish to be there.

One young man with wiry brown curls for hair turns and offers me a macaroon.

I refuse and calmly pull off his arm…
I awake to the sound of sirens…
Time to analyse…

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About Chris42

I am a liar! A maker-uper of stories! If this was the 16 (c) I'd be burned as a witch. Fank goodness it is not, eh?! I have four children: two wonderful girls, a fantastic lad and Leeds United. I have no strict genre. I write children's poetry and stories, to edgy, stronger themes. Up until now I have stored them for my own and my family's viewing. Last year i thought bugger it and starred in several short films. One, Playground, which is on the BBC Film Network, used the monologue that I wrote for the audition. You should've seen the face of the receptionist, of the Manchester hotel, where the audition was being held, as I turned up dressed as the psychopath, Gordon. It got the desired effect! I then moved up to Cumbria and wrote and appeared in several live performances on stage. 2012. A local artist, Kayleigh Richardson, commissioned me to write a poem for her to paint a representation. I sent her, The Rise of the Robot Monkey Army. Kayleigh painted a fantastic piece that blew my mind! From that we are collaborating on the Jacob Bear series of stories. Oh and Two's Company is to published, along with seventeen other Sci Fi short stories as part of a collection. Not a bad start to the, so called, last year of the Earth. Now is the time to show the rest of you. I take my themes wherever i see them, whether in reality or dream-world. I hope you enjoy. If not tell me why. If so tell me why. Many thanks and be safe. So far I have published: Jacob Bear's first Christmas,https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007GK872A (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007GK872A (USA) Jacob Bear Goes to School https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007JD3OKY (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007JD3OKY (USA Jacob's First Words https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007VZWPSC (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007VZWPSC (USA) Space Here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007H96M90 (UK) &http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007H96M90#reader_B007H96M90 The Rise of the Sponge Cake Moon https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007WWZ16M (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007WWZ16M (USA) © Madstoffa, 2012. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.

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3 thoughts on “No. 3044

  1. There’s so much material here. I could snark for days. However, in the interested of preserving our blogship, I will just say what an interesting poem. Macaroon worthy. Now I’m going to watch the master of my domain episode from Seinfeld. Oh my god! You are so Kramer. I, of course am Jerry. Niles is Elaine. Larry is George.

    Posted by Tosha Michelle | March 15, 2016, 4:30 pm

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