Tea in a Plastic Beaker
Tea in a Plastic Beaker
Grey machinery
Tainted with war monger’s chic
Beep
Trays of medication spelling out confusion
Phials of blood
And walls painted with sterility
Awash with mundane voices of bureaucracy
In corridors lost
Looking for crap coffee and maybe a Twix
NHS has a beat with goodness at its heart
But frightened ladies
Cowed by the grudge of a rumour
Swallowed up by lines on a clipboard
Whilst in the chapel they silently pray
Wendy says that blood is “wibbly-wobbly”
Baleful glares from far away
Have you been to Hull and back again?
Can text messages contain poison
If sent with enough venom?
All a backdrop to the dark lair of your mind
Beep
Beep
Almost saw a full moon
An eyeful more than expected
Daggers aimed in danger
The tower block of memory
The time they wheeled a body in beneath a black sheet
Just 15 years of age
Time-travelling spitefulness
Not moved on an inch or less
Beep
Beep
Beep
Beep
Can’t sleep
Beep
Beep
Beep
©John de Gruyther 2013
The World Outside the Window 
This is perfect as it is. I’m out of touch with rap, but do you remember John Cooper Clarke. Yours stream of consciousness reminds me of his early performances. Powerful stuff. 🙂
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I do remember John Cooper Clarke, I am not very familiar with his work but have always thought him very cool.. Thanks for the comments, it’s made my day 🙂
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Reblogged this on theworldoutsidethewindow and commented:
A post from last year, dedicated to a good friend of mine xx
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