The two angry guys from behind door 17.

The two angry guys from behind door 17

I gave away a pink invisible squirrel for free to a guy that loves guys in my dreams. Just before raising my arm and squeezing the mound. A little red bump that sat nicely in my arm pit.

In the corridor from behind the door. The song crept beautifully. “I’m weeping, I’m weeping, I’m weeping,” and then turned into a harmony,
“Were reaping, were reaping, were reaping.”

I joined in, with a word exchange,
“Nice one Jimmy”
Then went back to sticking black leather patches on the floor. Bang bang! My fist punched twice into the door of a locker by the wall, I pretended I was cool, open sesame, little honey bee.

A lost photo from Nepal, caught asleep, surrounded by friends, two half eaten pears one bitten apple and a pair of untouched peaches lay in the bed next to me as I dreamt.
The address all wrong but somehow the letter found its way.
Honey, maybe it was the letter b’s or just the letter bee.

Up midweek at 03:00am in a bobby blue dressing gown sitting on a deep down blue sofa with no soul at all eating toast from a plate, after failing at the spinning comedy hall. Humming above me, the constantly flickering electric lights of the kitchen played with the lack of morning sun. I wondered if anyone would be about, apart from me, the flickering lights and the chirping birds outside.
Then Kate Little came creeping out from behind her door. Who was the girl with? A red headed toddler with bunches that she was looking after, I’d never seen her before, was it Kate’s niece, excitedly I called her name,
“Kate, Kate,”
“Yes” she replied in a voice like a camel carrying a heavy load upon its back. I was not the straw to break her, Kate turned into Sarah and could not believe that I was there.
Yet there I was. How we rejoiced, then I went to show her my photo from Nepal but it changed, just like the kitchen, just like Kates face, crazy how peoples faces can change second by second, hour by hour, now there was a pool table, and Muslims playing pool. It was Ramadan so it was time to eat, and off we went to lend the other kitchen a hand there being two kitchens on this floor.

Outside, beautiful music came floating through the cracks in a door. As I looked at Sarah laying patches of leather on the floor, I flirted with another girl in attempt to make her want me more, and then banged my fist twice upon a locker to open it up, I saw this on T.V and thought it would make me appear smooth. A confrontation erupted in the hall. Jealousy, envy or just plain mad. I’m not mad I said, my papers are all in order and as you’ll see there’s no white lines, no tip ex. That just got them madder and they were the ones accusing me of being mad, crazy. The more I talked and cracked jokes like eggs into a mixing bowl, the more Sarah shook her head from side to side, no.

Sometimes the system wants you to play along to the system, I think you’ll know what I’m talking about, like at airports, customs no messing about fool, just show the passport and answer the questions. No wisecracks and no beating about the bush. Surely everyone knows it’s just plain stupidity to pull out the I’ve got a bomb in my bag chestnut, but in a corridor at coming up to four in the morning, being harassed by someone for no reason, other than, I can only give the way I red what was going on, for stealing the scene, green eyes man, it was the greened eyed monster, Ha-ha, I told them I’m not mad, and that I had I.D, not on me but nearby, that was all cool, they believed me, alright.
So I heard a song, they were going to use it against me, said it shouldn’t have been heard. I said how good it was, it was really good, I managed to talk my way out of a fight and into Sarahs love, wise-cracking all the way, just as they were about to leave, one of the guys that loved guys from my dreams, muttered under his breath,
“yrrree fckkknng nmmm mnnnny ferrr bssskknng”
Which meant, you liked our song, so where’s our *** money eh, where’s our payment, where’s the busking fee, your going get stabbed were going to stab you, you *** cunt,

Harsh words not kind sure.

Spinning a pound coin in the air heads to tails, I asked them,
If I gave you a pound, what would you use that pound for, before they could answer I said, don’t worry about it too much because I’m not going to give you a pound, I’m not going to give you any money,
They were getting angry, until I spoke directly to the leader of this pair,
This is what I’m going to give you, and I held out my hand to show him, a pink invisible squirrel that plays hotel California on guitar, this squirrel had the lifetime guarantee to last forever and keep those it meets safe from harm, the guys finally went away sort of happy. For the time being they were in love with each other and the song they wrote together,
“were reaping, were reaping, were reaping.”
and at least they weren’t trying to stab anyone anymore. The photo from Nepal forgotten, me and Sarah got back to laying leather patches on the floor. Outside the kitchen, the bobbly blue carpet that ran along the corridor was surrounded on both sides by 27 closed, and one invitingly open wooden door.