Day: August 13, 2017

Even from out hell

My neighbour hears me singing Joan of Arc
The walls are thin ,the windows are right dark
He says I sound sincere
And sets my heart on  fire
When he asks me for walk in the old Park

Leonard Cohen has got something I don’t have
I do not mean what is most obvious
I mean he sings so well
Even from out hell
I love him  though  he’s dead, it’s curious,

So my neighbour is a Jew from Montreal
Yet he never met L Cohen  in the Mall
He said  that L was sad
Really, really bad
So being dead is better, all in all

Well, I differ on my views of this old life
Leonard  loved his children and his voice
He was a  subtle man
Who has told us what he can
And even God won’t tell us more than twice

Its noise  is like ten demons

In my flat, I live unsociably
I  vacuum Kitty  say, one night in three
I know she has got fleas
From climbing willow trees
And 2 am seems quite alright to me

In my flat, I love the wooden floors
I run around in clogs till I am bored
The neighbour underneath
Has asked that I should cease.
So now I do it  more and more and more

On  my flat, I have a heavy door
To keep out burglars, mewing cats  and more
My neighbour down the stairs
Says I slam it  and he hears
I am wondering what I’ll do if I get bored.

I have got this new machine to wash
My denim jeans, my blouses, nighties posh
Its noise  is like  ten demons
I hear my neighbour’s screams
The police just came and beat about the bush.

Into my flat, they came with a machine
To see if I am  neurotically clean
They say to love the neighbour
Wash my clothes and caper
Before 11pm and  not be mean

And in the morning not to start
Till 7 am  in case my neighbour’s  heart
Rate wobbles and  he dies
My fault ,  so they sigh
For I have  quite upset all apple carts

So they howl all night

Dear Aggie

When I got married, I was ecstatic.Well, happy.But my husband has 3 dogs and when he gets into bed they are jealous of me as they want to join him
So they howl all night on the landing unless a ghost is haunting the house
And it has put him off sex with me, so he says.But he’s not bothered
I am not happy, what shall I do
Jody

Dear Jody

This seems like a time when sex before marriage would have taught you a lot.Where were these dogs while he courted you? I think now you are projecting your fear of sex into the dogs.I suggest psycho analysis 4 times a week for ten years.That will help or it will pass the time.I have a vacancy.Email me:
aggie.aunt 1265@ripoff.com for a start date.I charge £3,000 per session.
My web page : richlazyclevertherapist.blogsock.com, Any gender welcome,
Any agenda welcome.

I think I see his shadow where coats lean

The days of loss seem sharper than a knife
A razor blade, a chopping up  machine
They cut my heart and show me I’m no wife.

Yet I am happy with my writer’s life
A freedom to explore what is unseen
The days of loss seem sharper than a knife

I lose my pen, my phone, I do not lie.
I talk  out loud to silence my own screams
Loss cuts my heart and shows me I’m no wife.

I fail again and sometimes  let words fly
I bake the scones but I forget the cream
The days of loss seem sharper than a knife,

On other days I find the lost and cry,
I ask my fountain pen where it  has been
Loss cut my heart and showed me I’m no wife.

I think I see his shadow where coats lean
Or sunlight on  his spectacles will beam
The days of loss seem kinder than a knife
They warm my heart and tell me I’m his wife.