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MystyrMystyry
09-08-2014, 06:00 PM
I wakes up cold
A breeze is blowing
I is on me back
Which is not unusual
But what I sees is

Or perhaps what I doesn't

Instead of the ceiling
There is a million tiny stars
All flickering away

Hullo I thinks
Somebody has stolen me roof
But when I roll over slightly
To extricate meself
From the tangle of sheets
I sees the distant mountains

During the night
Somebody has stolen me wall!

This won't do I says
I mean who knows
Next they might try pinching
Me whole house

Uh oh

The slow realisation dawns
Like the sunrise itself
As me bare feet feel for
Traction on the carpet

Somebody already has!

There is no floor to speak of
No walls
And no ceiling

Which in me own estimation
Pretty much constitutes
No house

What to do

I likes a shower in the first thing but
No bathroom

I usually has breakfast
Just after but
No kitchen

I guess I has to go out

Except
I is already out

But then:

Clothes!

They has nicked me cupboard

They's nicked everything
Everything not nailed

And everything that was

Me fevered brow
Attempts to make sense of it

I starts looking for a rational reason
Why somebody would do this to me

Was it payback for
An inadvertent deed

Might be

I wanders around
Bemused
And at a loss

A loss of me house
And me belongings

But then I remembers
The mountains I saw
And looks again

Normalarily
The scene would be filled with
Power lines
Roofs
Smoking chimneys
Television antennas

But nothing!

They has purloined
The entire street

In one night!

But a bit of a relief
Perhaps I wasn't targeted specifically
Not unless they wanted
To completely
Mess up me mind

If that was their plan
It's working

But hang on

Surely there should be irate neighbours
About now

There's usually irate neighbours
About now
Even when their houses haven't been nicked

Not me neighbours!
They can't have been pilfered!

Who would have done such a thing
What devilish entity
Would steal me neighbours

And for that matter
The whole neighbourhood

Outrageous

Also outrageous
Is me attitude

As the morning comes crashing in
Like a derailed train into me bedroom
And the realisation that me
Local world has changed
Possibly forever
I find meself
Standing in the middle of nature

And


Preferring it

AuntShecky
09-09-2014, 05:20 PM
Interesting premise, maybe even profound. But it needs much filtering, editing, and compression.
PS-- Perfect title!

MystyrMystyry
09-11-2014, 02:45 AM
Thankyou Aunty! :)

I agree with your analysis wholely. It was written bedridden to cheer myself up - I had the plaque or something. It seemed finished at the time, which of course isn't really the same as a self-critical edit. I'll get back to it in a bit.