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A speed poem

The singer of this song doesn't like the melody, she's got a pretty mouth and wide green eyes. To her the sky looks like mackerel, grey and yellow and tasteless. She doesn't care much

mourning tears of a heavyweight thud into this manicured rocky sea

Albert Park; a picture of paralysed paradise; a drunken man's lodgings; my lunch time retreat. Overlooking the pond, which doubled as the park's bin - where shopping trolleys bathed and plastic bottles floated like dead fish in a coagulated miss mash - leant a number of weary, fed-up looking trees. If it wasn't an alcoholic sponge pissing on them it was a gang of arcade kids ripping off their blooming arms, and once those little itches had been called in for tea, shell-suited warriors from planet Kevin put in a shift. Landing in their Formula 1 Novas they used their wrists for something other than wanking by graffiting glum looking tree-trunks with equations of pubescent love that never added up: 'Shazza 4 Dunc 4 ever 2 gether'.

His hospital room was seething with frustrations. His duvet was flimsy and slithered from him like a snakeskin as he lay, one knee pulled up, the other leg dangling down the side of his bed. Having called the nurse in his irksome voice, he bent backwards to avoid brushing against her dangling bosoms when she tried lifting his headrest to make him more comfortable. So he could sit up, a pitifully thin figure in his flapping knee-length night dress, his face drawn in at the cheeks, his needle-sharp nose rising over a thin-lipped downward crescent mouth. The straggly hair on his chin called out to be cut with scissors. Sometimes he slid down the bed like a fish that wants to return to the water, but was now caught, wriggling uncomfortably as if attached to the wrong electrodes, twitching feverishly from one pole to the other.

erm, i wrote this at work and the '4our' bit was a mistake that i put down to my growing habit of 'L33t' speak which was brought on by Mega tokyo. A good explanation of 'L33t' speak can be found here: ' http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A787917 ' on the BBC website. (an obsure place i thought but it has its reasons) 1 F34r 4 m4 L1f3! he he he!

'Is he dead?' 'His brain is. The machines are keeping him going. Once we switch off, that'll be it.' No, it won't . . . I can breath on my own . . . I'm not brain dead . . . can't you see that, you stupid idiots . . . do an EEG. 'Didn't the EEG show anything at all?' 'Not a flicker. Still it's not all bad news. There's a young girl on the renal unit with a perfect tissue match.' You can't use me as a donor . . . I'm not dead . . . look, I can move my fingers . . . can't you see my fingers moving? Look! Damn you! Look at my hands. 'How long do we have to wait?' 'Until the next of kin give the OK. There shouldn't be any problem, there's no close relatives. Shit! What's that? He's fibrillating . . . get the crash team . . . now!' 'We're loosing him . . . blood pressure 50/30 . . . no pulse.' 'Shit! Turn off that alarm . . . somebody, turn off that bloody alarm!' I turned off the alarm by thrashing my arm out, knocking my bleeper on to the floor. When I retrieved it, the display flashed up Intensive Care's number - Shirley-Anne's parents had arrived. I had been asleep for two hours, the only sleep to come my way in the last twenty-four hours, and I didn't feel the least bit refreshed.

Alone in the darkness, And so afraid -

Dear Friend Graduation is comming up, We have had so many laughs together, We have been through thick and thin, We have helped each other with problems, We have helped each other with homework, Listened to each other's concerns,