gelastic by phil burns

gelastic by phil burns

The girls in summer dresses
Are strolling in the streets
The man you ask the questions
Hands out answers just like sweets

But he answers you in riddles
That don’t make any sense
And the girls all merge together
In colours so intense

You see her standing talking
You’ve waited seven thousand days
You call her name out wrongly
When she turns it’s not her face

You know it’s her striped jacket
You admired it for years
She looks at you and walks away
But the stripes have disappeared

Your friend who stands beside you
He is dating your lost child
He tells you it’s quite normal
To have your memories defiled

The house you live in isn’t yours
You don’t know the address
When your lover comes to breakfast
She can’t ignore the mess

There’s a lady showing people round
They don’t even see you there
They say that they are moving in
But you can live beneath the stairs

Your friends and lovers talk to you
You can’t understand a word
You tell them that it’s all a dream
They think you’re old and quite absurd

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7 Responses to gelastic

  1. emmylgant says:

    And to echo Karin’s comment, it hurts in between the lines as well.


  2. Nan Falkner says:

    Please will your brain to science – you are brilliant and I don’t understand why you are not King of the Elephants. All kidding aside, you are so smart and talented that I’m in awe of your writing. Thanks for entertaining me! Nan 🙂


  3. Karin says:

    This hurts in all the spaces where I’ve so recently been living between similar lines…


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