Lonely Wears Your Raincoat
lonely wears your raincoat
just as longing –
stole your wellington boots
and someone else
ripped you out by the roots
whilst other people on the cruise
gorged on your fruit
desperation burgled your open farm
and adulthood –
gave you a kind of switch blade harm
one good thought,
but too many qualms
feeling took a shot at reality
but it was shelved –
by the bodyguard of insanity
and big black clouds
drip onto the bed at night
i know you ghosts play the xylophone
but they never hold you tight
James Garratt – May 2007
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Lonely Wears Your Raincoat – Written May 2007 (Aged 32)
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 
“lonely wears your raincoat
just as longing –
stole your wellington boots
and someone else
ripped you out by the roots”
Love this!! Also, the xylophone made me smile… very clever. 🙂
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I can do ‘creative bitchy’ very well when I put my mind to it 🙂
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Thank you as well :). The word xylophone is criminally underused in all forms of poetry :).
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😆 It definitely is!
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🙂 🙂
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“and big black clouds drip onto the bed at night” This is an excellent image. Well done!
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Thank you very much 🙂 – comment much appreciated
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