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Rocking Beat

That’s not dust on the needle, this record is broken,
A repetitive loop of words already spoken.

St- st- stuck on the same old tune,
Echoing off the walls of this weathered tomb.

Carved in the rock are old lessons from friends,
Advice from the wiser in the hopes that I’ll mend.

Whitewashed with stubbornness, faded with age,
Clouded by the haze of my own silent rage.

Their logic seems sound when scrawled on the stone,
Yet the vinyl still clicks with that same whining tone.

The cave feels crowded with this incessant sound,
My mind gasping for air, begging not to be drowned.

I see a speck of sunlight guiding away from the echo,
Suffocating spaces pushing me to escape and just let go.

But my concrete feet fight frayed habits to stay,
Stuck in this cycle of my own groundhog day.

I can hear the birds chirping, counteracting my song,
A beat that’s been listed at number 1 for far too long.

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Meow

Today I was painting, nothing exciting, just something destined for a cubby hole at the youth centre, while the young people milling around, drinking milkshakes and seeking shelter from the rain.

One of them looked a little glum, as though she’d been crying, not really in the mood to smile (which is unacceptable in my book), so my quick and nonsensical thinking led to the second she looked away and back at me I had painted a cat nose and whiskers on myself. From that point on she could not maintain a straight face and from her endless giggles I could tell my work had been done.

20130529-082004.jpgIt even inspired her and her two friends to ask for the same feline upgrade! This was all well and good for them, they were being collected in a car by their mum, avoiding the stares of the general public. I however, still had a food shop to do and a train to catch…

But, not one to grasp the sensible; instead of washing it off I decided to embrace my inner (and outer) kitty and leave it on. Whenever I do things like this (more often than I should probably admit) I like to adopt a very serious and stern face, one that denotes a ‘no-nonsense’ attitude, a complete contrast to what the nonsense on my face suggests, which only confuses staring passers-by even further.

I enjoy their curious glances [insert cat killing pun here], but what I enjoy even more is the hope that someone who is having a really bad day, catches a peek at my curling poster paint whiskers and has their grey cloud knocked from their crown.

It makes my questionable behaviour worth embracing. So come on, smile meow!

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PS. I am also confuddled to report that having cat whiskers painted on resulted in me not getting IDed for alcohol.
PPS. Having cat whiskers painted on also guarantees you your own pair of seats on the train!

 

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