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Little Britain

Shannon Peil — Tue, 22 Nov 2011 01:19:42 +0000

A woman walks past me
Her lips
mouth the song that plays to the shopping centre audience
I smile at her singing and she smiles back

I finish one of my 25p plums
And throw the stone 10 feet into the hole of the bin
As if it were a new Olympic sport
the old woman lowers her head into her shoulders and smiles

A woman with a young girl stops
the young girl screams and cries
The old woman goes to comfort her
and she screams even
louder

Then the woman and young girl leave
as she walks past me
the young girl looks
at me
and I smile
eventually she laughs.

As I walk to the travel agents
I turn around
look at a woman I don’t know and say
“There you are, I thought I lost you.”
She walks straight past me and into a shop.

In the travel agents
Jenna tries to find a
good hotel in Rome.
She resigns herself
as her large breasts rest on her desk.

I am almost sure she
is about to say
Computer says no
when I get up
and leave

Make up sex

Shannon Peil — Fri, 08 Apr 2011 17:46:54 +0000

You wander around the house
with your head down for a few days
wondering when you are going to get it again.

She will break before I do.
But you don’t really believe it.
Days go by
and there is no real sign of any breaking.
Frustration sets in and my eyes begin to linger on other women for longer than I
should.
I think they can see the hunger in my eyes.
Sometimes I wish I was an animal.
You don’t have any of this confusion.

Over the days there are small references made to sex.
Not obvious ones
but small gestures.
Now I know
that it is time to pounce
He who hesitates is dead.
And soon I take my chance
And the deed is done
And my first thought is
Yea you guessed it
When will I get it
again.

© Marc Carver, 2011

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Angels

Shannon Peil — Wed, 30 Mar 2011 17:44:33 +0000

I think that people
take drugs and drink because they don’t want to be alive
or they want to be somewhere else.

They want to be in a world where dreams are.
A world
where god is.
A world where
anything is possible.
A place where love can be
For all the time
And time is eternal.

No pain, no regret, no sin.
A place
where words don’t exist at all.
Nobody needs to say anything
It is all known.
You don’t need to ask for anything or ask any questions
because you don’t need anything and you know all the answers.

Yea, perhaps that is why some people drink or take drugs.
They remember that place
and don’t understand why they are here.
Of course, I know and so do you too.
We are all angels sent back to see the side of choice.
The chance to do the right thing
When
we have a choice to do the wrong.
The only thing I can’t quite work out is
why I am here?
How about you
can you work it out?

© Marc Carver, 2011

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Old Woman At Job Centre

Shannon Peil — Sat, 19 Mar 2011 18:06:48 +0000

As I walked out of the job centre
I noticed a woman stood over by the window – crying.
For a second I thought about asking her if she was alright.
Then I noticed a security guard at the bottom of the stairs.
She was asking the woman if she was okay.
She didn’t look to okay to me.
She looked as if she was finished
As she asked
the woman she started to cry and howl a bit more
Then she said something
that I did not catch as I walked down the stairs
and out into the street.
I didn’t look back as I walked away.
I never do.

© Marc Carver, 2011

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Trolley

Shannon Peil — Thu, 16 Dec 2010 18:39:27 +0000

I look outside the window
and see the shopping trolley
that is sat in the park.
It has been there now
for about two or three weeks
I have lost count
Of how long.

I have seen young children being pushed about in it.
But there is no one there today.
The park is empty
and so
is the trolley.

The clouds get blacker and the rain gets heavier.
A bird flies over the trolley
And out of view.

I change my view
But still
I
Feel the same way.

© Marc Carver, 2010

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The castle

Shannon Peil — Tue, 09 Nov 2010 18:31:38 +0000

Nail the door shut
Don’t let him out
Until he has written something good
How long shall we keep him in there

If he writes nothing
He stays
If he writes rubbish just to get out
He stays

but how will we know
I mean
how will we know if it is any good
We will know of course
because he
will tell us.

© Marc Carver, 2010

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Chopsticks

Shannon Peil — Wed, 27 Oct 2010 19:12:58 +0000

In the Chinese restaurant
The chopsticks
Which sit upon the small piece of porcelain
Balance themselves
But their positions are slightly different
One is just in front of the other
and they swing
One fast
And one slow
The motion continues
The up
And the down
At different speeds.
Until
The sweet and sour arrives
And fingers gently stop
That perfect
Movement.

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Deaf mute

admin — Sat, 18 Sep 2010 18:18:48 +0000

The deaf and dumb brothers come and stand by me under the big beer umbrella.
One of them has a comb in his pocket but not much hair.
They speak with their arms and head movements.
I ask them if they have always been unable to speak.
They nod their heads.
I tell them that I will write about them
but they don’t seem to care too much.
They have never hurt people with the words that will not fall from their mouths.
I am sure that there must be a lot of people who wish that I was born
a deaf mute.

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Old Chap

Shannon Peil — Tue, 24 Aug 2010 16:51:20 +0000

I got out of bed
Jumped into the shower for two minutes
Went downstairs
And lit a snout
Sat down
On the door step
Unable to work out
Why I started smoking again.

I looked down
and saw my old chap poking
through my shorts
it scared me a little bit
the way it was looking at me
with his one eye staring at me

I looked around to see if anybody else was watching me
Watching him.

But there was no one to be seen
Just me and him.

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Belief

Shannon Peil — Sat, 22 May 2010 18:22:35 +0000

As I passed all the Jews.
They were nodding
and swaying their heads.
Some had a small book in their hands
It was held open
and they pointed it
towards
what I thought was the east.
They did not even look at me
As I walked past.
With my small suitcase.
Then I remembered
The plane I had just passed.
It had a star of David on the side.
Maybe they were praying to the plane

.
Why is their god
so different to mine.