My Space

There's someone sitting in my arm-chair,
They've claimed it like they're never going to share,
Stretching themselves out like they just don't have a care,

It's my private space, my thinking spot,
It's not a lot but its all I've got !

The kids are jumping on the sofa - I wish they'd take their shoes off first,
Uninvited guests like these they really are the worst !

Drinking from out my starbucks mug & smacking their lips in glee,
It's actually my favourite one I use for my morning cup of tea,

Their children are very friendly but never tidy up their toys,
I keep stepping on their lego & did I mention about the noise?

They're living in my home they're even sleeping in my bed,
I'm stuggling with the thoughts that creep around inside my head,
I think it's time that I faced the truth that I just might be dead!
Stuck forever in this house where even my angels fear to tred.

The 3 epistles of Mac (from flat B)

Epistle 1:Dear Neighbour,

I can still hear your high heels clicking on the stark stone floor,

That's why I bought you slippers so you can change them at the door,

Do you ever use them? Not even late at night!

I've told you how it wakes me up because I sleep so light,

When your friends come over, please tell them to be quiet when they leave,

Listening to their chattering keeps me awake & is hard to believe,

Please turn down your music -I've told you time after time,

I have to work so early what you're doing is really a crime,

Since you moved in, your life soundtrack has become my life-long-song

Could I just get one good night of sleep would that really be so wrong?

Mac (from flat B)

Epistle 2:

Dear Neighbour,

I'm sorry to have to write to you but you're doing it again,

Listening to your daily sounds tap dancing on my brain,

Music loud in the middle of the night, flamenco dancing 'til dawn,

So tired now that the devil himself has to stop to take a yawn,

Please think of me your neighbour, remember I live here too,

I've asked you & I've begged you, What more do you want me to do?

a crash a cry.......,

..........a thump goodbye,

Mac (from Flat B)

Epistle 3:

Dear Neighbour,

Still not even a word, how long must I wait?

My anxious mind, my wringing hands imagining my fate!

Your mail piles up on the hall floor,

Blocking the light from under your door,

I did ask you nicely, I wrote, but you didn't seem to care,

I've rinsed & I've scrubbed my hands but the blood it is still there,

What am I to do with this guilt deep in my soul?

Taunting me, accusing me, when I buried you in that hole,

But the walls they are so peaceful now, I cannot hear a sound,

As silent as the earth must be, deep down underground,

And the floors they are so quiet, I know it was for the best,

Yet every time your door bell rings my heart beats out my chest,

I am anxious but free whilst you are 6 feet deep,

I'll handle the guilt now I can finally get some sleep

Mac (from flat B)



Hater Slater Snarly-toothed Gater

Oh hater ,  slater , snarly-toothed gater,
You have to meet that beast of yours,
The one you keep behind locked doors,writhing around on dirty floors, 
Bitter & angry & settling scores,

Oh hater, slater, snarly-toothed gater,
That beast of yours has got to go,
Its twisted lies uncurled will show,
You'll want them all to see and to know
The darkness of a gater from head to toe,

Scratching and scraping beneathe the skin,
Hating and hurting all it lets in,
That beast (if you let it) is going to win

Oh hater slater snarly-toothed gater,
The monster inside the creature you really must meet,
The creature inside the monster that will lie at your feet

Oh hater, slater, snarly toothed gater,
You'll feel the shame of its bad deeds,
Its sorrow will nourish you as it feeds,
So you can start again & plant clean seeds

*Foto taken by me of the KAWS exhibition @ the CAC en Malaga
http://cacmalaga.eu/2014/03/28/kaws-4/