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Goodnight Irene
this is one of a number of variants)
Goodnight Irene
Oh the cheek of it, the rude impertinence
To ask of me here
Demanding of me here
Who am I
Here?
Don’t give it out, no indication
Don’t write it down
- I never had the inclination
Don’t scratch or mar
- Who would dare deface
The past that’s somehow been misplaced
And lost inside the navigation
This four walled darkness
Could be taken for a room, an elevator
Could be taken for a walk, oh taken outside
Could be taken for
Someone else
Someone alive
Behind these walls
The watchful mutterings, whispering their urgency
From floor to floor
Behind these walls
A hotel’s what you make of it my dear
- And so’s a prison
Where every faded corner has its story to tell
Every lobby, lift and stairwell
Spirals twisting up inside myself
Don’t question, never question
Me my memory
Myself
And I’m
Vacated like an old seafront hotel
Abandoned and
- Out of sorts
Out of season
The whitewash fading and the stucco barely sticking in place
This place
My face has never looked so strange to me
Over the years, it has belonged to so many
Leased out
- At least I suppose that’s some attention
Loaned like a library book they were late to return
- And just who are they my dear?
- And who are you?
Just me, trust me, it’s only me
Myself and I - somebody
Someone else
Someone lost within these walls
Behind these walls
The watchful mutterings, whispering their urgency
Oh come inside and listen to the radio with me
Come and listen with me here
The radio is whispering
I can hear singing
Tell me what does it mean, goodnight Irene?
- Isn’t it a good night Irene?
Within these walls and
- Out of frame
Below the flesh, deep in the brain
Behind the skull beneath the skin
Stitched from leather and well weathered tarpaulin
Whale boned corsets and petticoat strings
- And what of that?
A wrinkled stocking, not tight enough to ease
The weight, the ever present ache of my
Varicose vein
In a leg no longer fit for dancing
I’m wandering...
And there’s a certain art to the uncertain art of
Circumnavigation
Watch me voyage around my room
I’m island hopping
Moving through the humid spaces
The radio and its accusing silences.
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Now i don’t usually relish the sun
But you slipped in like a girl
Unnoticed
Bringing a soft sneakered smile to the world
Unnoticed
With a flick of your curls
Unnoticed
I could have held you in my arms unnoticed
Like a child - such a strange connection
Pulling me into the morning
Warming my skin and all that’s within
Now suddenly and subtly changed
A felt tipped kiss with the gift of time
All that was is gone and left behind
So now in the night
When you’re far from my sight
I’ll make a wish and hope you are well
And i’ll see you in the morning
Bright and early in the morning
Singing in the morning
Slipping in like a girl.