#1
This is a piece i did for the mimic comp, attempting to mimic 'lacesoutdanny'.
Hope it worked =>


August

Your throne is a crumbling curb in the cul-de-sac,

between the stationary people carriers,

above the discarded remains of a kebab,

and below the tarnished verandas of the estate.

The inhabitants of which,

stare down,

attention distracted from their plasma televisions,

the ones you say they cant afford.


You switch attention to the squirrel,

whose unceremonious death

has drawn the´chav kids` from down the street.

Shiny BMX´s,

Snow white trainers,

Pristine football shirts.


When they lose interest you shuffle over.

Post Mortem: Roadkill

You dub the squirrel Sally,

ask her if she comes here often.

She returns a mangled cold shoulder.


Pay-day is two weeks away.

Bed-time is six hours away.

She is one thousand miles away;

growing ever further.

You wonder if it is acceptable to weep on the street,

when one´s life it stalled in the doldrums,

or rather a self imposed trough.

You despised pretention, and yet it swallowed you whole.


A sigh, a slouch and you slope off,

to fritter your savings on sacks of strawberry laces.


Sally sizzles with the buzzing of flies.
#2
Beautiful. Loved every word. Bit about the squirrel gave me goosebumps. Great stuff. Would love to hear parts of this implemented into a song.
#3
Thanks =>
It would be interesting to try and put bits into a song
Ill have a think about that.