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Stewart M McNicol

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My Fathers Clothes

My Father's Clothes

the time bell rings...

...the joints of his leather jacket creak as he gets up jeans with varicose veins don't walk as fast as they used to but his trainers are on auto-pilot they know this route so well
dark tonight and his glasses are blurry and these days more than a little jaundiced round the rims but his socks are tired and sore they want their bed
his t-shirt wheezes in the night air it's lost all shape over the years and it's stained and it's ripped and it's faded and it's gone sa

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Pub Fragment 7I wonder if authors get to specify how many blank pages there are at the back of their books... I would like at least 10... Pub Fragment 7
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Pub Fragment 6A policeman comes into the gents while I'm pissing. He says, "Alright?" Before I've seen him, I say, "Alright, bud?" I correct myself, "Alright, officer?" No policeman is my friend. Pub Fragment 6
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Pub Fragment 5A guy asks me if the seat opposite me is taken. I say something neither of us understand and gesture at the seat. He looks puzzled. I say, "Take it," and he does. It's not what I meant. Pub Fragment 5
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Pub Fragment 4I love my body, mostly. I hate my gut. It speaks of weakness. A man with a gut is too weak to control even himself. I set myself a New Year's resolution. I will lose the gut. I will do pull-ups, even while she laughs at me for it. I will forget this tomorrow. Pub Fragment 4
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Shop AssistantThe smell of cakes, a whiff of bleach the loo rolls and porn mags are just out of reach. a screw faced assistant slumps low in her seat gold rings on each finger, hard skin on her feet.
Then in comes a mother with her hooligan beasts they spread like a virus to find sugar feasts, I wander the isles with a lost vacant stare I feel claustrophobic I'm gasping for air.
I make my way over to pay for my bread I'm greeted by screw face not lifting her head, I long for politeness her eyes leave the floor, "Want a bag?" "No thank you" I rush for the door. Shop Assistant
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Boo, but also Yay...

Mon Jul 9, 2007, 2:07 AM

The other week, I said I was going to post some newer poems on here. Sadly, my notebooks have been "tidied" in some fashion and I now can't find the one with said poems in it. Boo.

That said, I shall probably find the book when I clear out my spare room ready to convert it into a nursery. Yes, I have managed to foist my genetic material on some poor, unsuspecting woman and am going to be a father of some sort. Yay.

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Mood: Amazed
Listening to: my wife's abdomen
Reading: pregnancy magazines
Watching: her being sick
Playing: God
Eating: for two
Drinking: less, in theory...

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~soul-perfume Nov 7, 2007, 3:43:32 AM

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~raguel Oct 15, 2007, 4:02:55 AM

Tuppa was foisted on me, despite my protestations... Rude, isn't it?

~Creamstar Sep 14, 2007, 1:14:39 PM

~100 < ~101 < ~102

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~101 Oct 13, 2007, 12:29:26 AM

Uncanny. I'm part of a sequence...

~Creamstar Oct 13, 2007, 3:55:32 AM

How exciting

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