Lloyd's Escape

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PROLOGUE

Lloyd looked out his window and up to the sky. It had gone from pitch black to dark blue then light blue in around 20 minutes, just like the day before and the day before that. At least there was no fog this morning or rain blocking his vista. He could now see birds moving around, flitting from tree to tree, eyeing each other off fighting for that early worm on the lush green manicured lawns of the Home. Cement everywhere else. The eaves and verandah surrounded this red-brick facility they called Brighton Nursing Home. They also shielded the home and its inhabitants from the blistering summer sun casting a permanent shadow all the way around the complex. Guarding the elderly from any more melanomas. He could hear the birds twittering now but only after he turned on his hearing aid.

His hearing was the only thing starting to pack up in his old weary body. His eyes were a sharp as a tack, he knew. No need for glasses for old Lloydy he’d tell anyone who was interested. As sharp as a needle he used to say. Just like the needle he kept secreted away in his sock cupboard waiting for the right moment.......

In Your Uterus

I’m on the Inside looking Out

I’m on the inside Seeking Out.

Lookin’ at the trees and the autumn leaves.

Playin’ make believe that’s all I can see.

I’m on the inside looking out,

Here from my prison

The Winter trees, I make believe.

No-one seems to understand

I’m Already Dead, I Fell on my head.

I’m in a Detention Centre lookin’ out

I’m in detention looking out

Summer Days, always the haze

Outside my window, I’m confused what’ll I do?

I’m in Iraq, Looking Out

Under attack, Looking Out

Now a refugee, please help me.

Please….please….please…I plead.

I’m in my bedroom peeking out.

I’m in my bedroom peeking out.

Looking for the stranger

I’m not he, you could be.

I’m tryin’ to get my life in Order

Can’t stand this disorder, in the World.

All the prisoners under Guard

All the refo’s under Guard

All the people Speakin Up

All those prisoners speaking up.

So why don’t I Get On Up!!

Get Up! Wake Up!  Before it’s too late.

I’m in my cot, looking up.

A Winter baby looking up

Safe in my cot. Warm not hungry

My blood won’t clot in my cot.

Rock-a-bye-baby, Bye-bye baby.

Reversing up the birth canal I float.

Into Mummy’s uterus I float.

In floating waters, I don’t need to breathe.

Ma tube in me belly feeds me jelly.

Just float and swim around the egg.

Split me up where to now?

Back to a prison somewhere I guess.

facebook in the forest

 

I turn on my Windows face

Before I roll up the blind.

I am a total Disgrace

Self-loathing of the worst kind.

I log in to Grace’s book

Wondering where she’s gone.

That girl is such a sook

Ever since she was re-born.

Oh, facebook, they say you’re haunting.

And Evil, like a loaded gun.

But it’s who’s doin’ the pointing

That’s ignoring the Fun.

Looking for a friend, the girl is never there.

Commenting Greg Likes this, all by rote.

Legs so sore, Wish I’d bought a Chair.

I’ll lie down, all wrapped up in my Winter coat.

Asleep in the forest, there’s not much sound.

I’m not disturbed anyway coz I’m trying to think

Where’s she gone? Why didn’t she show?

Hope she’s ok. I try to watch Bill blink.

Bill came with me and we communed by the fire.

‘Roos thumped through in the morning.

Off to Chambers Creek. Bill & I are both with Desire.

For a thirsty drink. We’re both in mourning.

Black clothes and faces to match.

The fire is our only Hope.

What’s our future like?

Depression or elope.

We both like the same girl. Eloise is her name.

She nursed me after the War. But now I’m ashamed.

I havnt been honest with her brother Shane.

He watched me with Bill one night. Who’s to blame?

No-one I realise. It’s all just love between kid.

One shrouded in a War with Japan.

The other with my nurse. What’s the bid?

How can I execute my plan?

For me, I can’t find even find my Wall in the forest that is facebook.

So I return each night, shivering in the cold.

Like Blackwood trees swaying in the breeze, the girl’s nowhere I can look.

Again and again and again and again………I wait and grow old.

The End (Unfriend)