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Of the slightly insane, peculiar and night shifts

I became-
disgruntled
almost curmudgeonly,
bitchbiting irascible itch
As I scratch at you.




You-
  appeared, on and off
  screenflickered-
  trying to capture,
  time on the other side
  of an ocean that trembles when I roar.



 I am an erratic shoreline
      pummelled by grit
      (Some people say I'm feisty)


I am raw pumice on soul-less feet
   and I've walked thousands of miles
   for the bloody daft ideas of it all.



I've watched the city breathe through the smoke- smeared windows.
  4am and all's well- the knocker-upper, 
  would have ran round the Quarter years ago.
  Did you know that the birds start singing-
  at this time? I run my fingers down the dirty
  glass. Dirty Old Town, dirty mind ...
            I rub my heart, old wounds, old girl, old girl.
              (filthy sods; I wished I could smoke,but I can't
              I think of Beth- smile.... stupid bitch that I am)




Scribbled notes to make-up words-
    wordywordywordy shite and insane moments
    of clarity
    If I could be a poet?
    copulate my transfixed eyes to you
                                                        now-
over land, sea and shapeless ocean
underbelly
      & undersea I'd crawl to you




     Fuck! yes-
     fuck
     I am lost, sometimes-
                    without you




It's peculiar-
how my mind becomes re-wired
for sound.
vision is blurred and words but-in
to my open acrid mouth.


 I am acerbic
 & I ate lemon skins
             at 5am with hot water spoonstirring moments.






Refresh

  Refresh my solid soul




I am soiled
by this wet mother,
my mouth wants to feel you.
Is this insanity?





Oh God Help me, I am mummified
in my own bed.







Author notes

just worked 44 hours (4 nights in a row)... night shift ramblings..

life is weird and rambling
Written March 16th, 2006

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  • smee5
    July 4
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    Gill It feels like Im working on nights with you (no pictures please!)

  • NurseChilly gold member
    March 21, 2006
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    oohh girlie girl..... you are making me smile today...

    life is good today... yes indeed

    you are a true friend *snogs**

  • Cat gold member
    March 21, 2006
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    jesus christ that's it- im sending him airfare...


    give me his addy


    wonderful wonderful wonderful stream of consciousness write..

    m

  • Redstormy gold member
    March 20, 2006
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    Damn!!! Mighty fine rambling too my friend.

    Red

  • slaughter
    March 19, 2006
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    Everything is weird and rambling dear. Even the most trivial things. It's that very insanity that helps bring about some of the most amazing poetry.

    I'm glad to finally be back on AP, writing and commenting.

    Nice to speak with you.

    -Kenny

  • March 16, 2006
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    I'd say excellent, and your best poem. Your first stanza has that scritchyscratchy overload: it feels oppressive, and that was your aim, and it was beautiful, in the way that Tib Street is beautiful when someone has stolen your car. It is all vengeful and purple and rectangular.

    After the "undersea" part I thought it was over. I was all ready to nark at the "fuck yes fuck", especially in the light of our Liberal King and his Liturgy of Fuckingbasicallyattheendofthedayfuckwank Tedium, but of course you swerved. I liked the way acrid and acerbic almost rhyme: well, they have a little fight in the bogs. Word Wars. QI 11/8, QOPH 3/1. Place your bets, soundtrack by the Smiths.

    Excellent poem, my pleasure totally. You are too kind,


  • NurseChilly gold member
    March 16, 2006
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    yeah-

    Life is a bitch that bites at times.. lololololol

    I do laugh alot.. keeps me going in absurdity

  • AJ Morelli gold member
    March 16, 2006
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    Who am I to complain, great write Gill. lol

  • transcendental baby gold member
    March 16, 2006
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    Yes, but you ramble with the best ... another intriquing and fun read ... and Jesus, I can relate

  • NurseChilly gold member
    March 16, 2006
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    thankyou girl...

  • misselaineous gold member
    March 16, 2006
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    came back

    it just gets better


  • NurseChilly gold member
    March 16, 2006
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    this one just splurged its way out...

    thankyou hun


  • The Bear
    March 16, 2006
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    Sometimes the last bit of the night is the very longest, and when the birds start to sing the longest part of all. So many images run in the mind, so many places to be, but all there is is the reality. The bad temper of tiredness makes what is rough even more rough and scratchy and the feet and the eyes to ache. This is a little different from many of your poems, Gill, it have a whole different feel. You have, like me, longing for light evenings and sunshine I think.
    Nik

  • jantastic gold member
    March 16, 2006
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    Ah Gill what can I say. I can relate in my own strange way to these ramblings. Sometimes the stream of consciouness writes are the most powerful or relatable. The almost frenzied flow fits so well with the jumbled thoughts. Part of me gets this on some level even though circumstances differ I feel it as the words move through me.
  • Removing
    March 16, 2006
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    thumbs up

    very good
  • buffytheparrotslaye
    March 16, 2006
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    There is no prescription.

    A chilling write by a nurse who is totally exhausted that one may be right in wondering who is the one most in need of care.Whose thoughts most rambling and disoriented but then you remember Beth and you smile and suddenly it is all worthwhile.Your feet ache so badly,the lemon skin refreshes sand paper mouth Voices call for attention and wild laughter fills the air but you know your tormrnt is nothing as compared to theirs.Brilliant.Elizabeth.
  • talesien
    March 16, 2006
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    There is alot of great imagery in here, my favorite lineset being

    'I am raw pumice on soul-less feet
    and I've walked thousands of miles
    for the bloody daft ideas of it all.'

    That being said, most of it doesn't seem to come together into a cogent whole. Now, that may be what you are going for, and I lean towards that with the title. I still think, however, that it could be tied together some more.

    Thanks for sharing this, I really enjoyed the imagery.

  • The Angellightwolf
    March 16, 2006
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    Excellent

    Oh! do you sleep with a notepad too? I love your writing and thoughts. Excellent read. I want too sure of the ending but then that is what makes it your work and not mine. Thank you.
  • Levity
    March 16, 2006
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    I admit, I have trouble with this style. Its too taxing on my simple mind. So I dont have much helpful to say. However,

    I've watched the city breathe through the smoke- smeared windows. 4am and all's well-
    the knocker-upper,
    would have ran round the Quarter years ago.
    Did you know that the birds start singing-
    at this time? I run my fingers down the dirty
    glass. Dirty Old Town, dirty mind ...

    I thought these lines were genius, especially the dirty glass image. Made me long for the city. Good work.

  • Floorboards
    March 16, 2006
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    strange but good

    very interesting..i would suggest you cut down on your overtime..seriously though..it's very well written and a very well set out piece..very weird indeed.quite like it though..keep it up..floorboards.

  • NurseChilly gold member
    March 16, 2006
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    thanks Elaine...

    I more or less copied my mad sribblings from the past few nights.. and made it into this..




  • misselaineous gold member
    March 16, 2006
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    you do it best when you just let it all hang out gill
    and this has a such a
    lusciousness
    delightfulness
    darkness and lightness
    a yearning for and of neediness
    that really tired and blearyeyedness that stopped me in my track.... loved it - its fantastic !!

    'laine

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