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Mirror Of Illusion
larrylark

They didn’t know that I knew
 1
that was the last time they’d see me,
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my open palm blurring into a wave,
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fingers swaying side by side but thumbs
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firmly flexed for the road as freedom called.
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I could hear the distant roar as I threw
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those bloater paste butties over the hedge,
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poured the flask of Ovaltine into Mr. Sheen’s
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post box, dropped Jammy Dodgers that lodged
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in the gutter choked with a cascade of discarded
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bills, pages from a porno mag and a ripped out page
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from Belinda’s diary describing our first shag.
 12
 
 
I always had a plan to catch the giant juggernaut
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driven by “Hairy Bill” with his life’s tattoo
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taut and glued to his window sill arms.
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He’d give sound advice like, “Head further south.”
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or “The B ans B’s in Birmingham are shite. I heard
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it all by word of mouth so it must be right.”
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Got dropped off, saw a café, walked into laughter,
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served by Gloria who’d introduce me to her family,
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wardrobe and more beside. Next day her dad was off
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on a bus ride to Cairo, to collect ripe bananas and a
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consignment of lilo’s. Gloria and I were up there
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regaled by his stories of Mr. Malhampton who sold
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old mirages and ice cream in the casbah and when
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we arrived he was ever so pleased and took us to where
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we could live at our ease while raising our own family.
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We took over his illusion when he finally passed
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far and wide out of his oasis. I don't like to boast
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but what an amazing life is passing me by.
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Gloria! Pass me a pina colada and a white truffle
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From Alba out of the larder.
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Bloater paste butties-cheap sandwiches made from filthy old fish. These are consumed in vast quantities in the parishes of the poor in England.

Ovaltine-a bed time drink used as a sleeping draught by the neurotic and those who have highly erotic dreams so they can have a good nights sleep.

Jammy Dodgers-A light coloured biscuit with a heart carved into its upper surface and filled with strawberry jam.

Larry Lark- a man who scribbles down drivel while riding no handed round the floor of the bar in his local public house on a purple bycycle

B and B- a house with a leaky roof and an over cooked breakfast where business people reside over night and flee the next morning thankful that they are still alive.

Lilo- an inflated piece of material rather like a slightly deflated balloon upon which lunatics reside during the brief sunny interludes between endless sheets of rain which characterise the British weather.

Mr. Malhamton- a man who wears deep woolly closely woven underpants all year round.

2 Mar 08

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larry jammy lark

pulled off another good poem, i see. nice read.
 — raskolniikov

Hi raskiniikov

you'll do for me my friend

larry done for lark
 — larrylark

Larry, your humor is beyond me. i don't mean that as a jarring complement, don't mean it as a way of saying you try to hard, witch isn't true at all.

your humor is so natural, it is i tell you. and what way to top it off with a nice round of footnotes to kick this poem out into the wild for animals to devour before they even read it ...

well, talk about wild comment. i love this, though. very good work.
 — listen

Thanks Listen

As you can see I decided to start writing my life story.

Larry
 — larrylark

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