10 minutes writing on "Cement"
Bleak gray wet dry sticky mushy soft.
Always wanted to carve my name in it as a kid.
Never did.
Lived in the country.
Cement sticks to shoes and cars, when builders are above.
And when it dries hard, it hurts when I fall wearing my shorts on the way to school.
Cement is grazed knees and bleeding elbows. Cement is what I saw when the other boys beat me up and left me in the alley - it looked red then but I know really it's grey. I heard once you can stain it though. Imagine hot pink or bright blue leading up the path to, um, someone famous, um, let me think, I know - leading up the path to the Prime Ministers house (just for a laugh).
Sometimes my heart feels like cement. Oh, I forgot to tell you, cement is heavy, very heavy. That's why only big, fat men and noisy machines are allowed to play with it because for little people, when they sink into it before it dries, will never get out again and will spend the rest of their life stuck in it just watching people walk around them hoping someone will stick a banana or a nut or even a crust in their mouth and they will be waiting for it to rain to wash of all the bird poo and get something to drink. Well, that's what Auntie Esther told me anyway - or was it Gertrude? I never know - they both have purple hair and stare a lot and when they smoke cigarettes, the smoke comes out their nostrils. My dad calls them Nostradamus and they don't know why and I don't even know what it means but I know it's funny but I know I shouldn't laugh out loud 'cos I know that might hurt their feelings. I know a lot really.
If the sky is a reflection, does that mean the blue is from the ocean and the grey clouds are from all the cement? Maybe that's what my cousin with the dreadlocks means when she tells me people are making the world polluted - which means dirty and smelly and poisonous. My other cousin told me that.
I know a lot really but I don't know how to make cement because it's different to plasticine.
Always wanted to carve my name in it as a kid.
Never did.
Lived in the country.
Cement sticks to shoes and cars, when builders are above.
And when it dries hard, it hurts when I fall wearing my shorts on the way to school.
Cement is grazed knees and bleeding elbows. Cement is what I saw when the other boys beat me up and left me in the alley - it looked red then but I know really it's grey. I heard once you can stain it though. Imagine hot pink or bright blue leading up the path to, um, someone famous, um, let me think, I know - leading up the path to the Prime Ministers house (just for a laugh).
Sometimes my heart feels like cement. Oh, I forgot to tell you, cement is heavy, very heavy. That's why only big, fat men and noisy machines are allowed to play with it because for little people, when they sink into it before it dries, will never get out again and will spend the rest of their life stuck in it just watching people walk around them hoping someone will stick a banana or a nut or even a crust in their mouth and they will be waiting for it to rain to wash of all the bird poo and get something to drink. Well, that's what Auntie Esther told me anyway - or was it Gertrude? I never know - they both have purple hair and stare a lot and when they smoke cigarettes, the smoke comes out their nostrils. My dad calls them Nostradamus and they don't know why and I don't even know what it means but I know it's funny but I know I shouldn't laugh out loud 'cos I know that might hurt their feelings. I know a lot really.
If the sky is a reflection, does that mean the blue is from the ocean and the grey clouds are from all the cement? Maybe that's what my cousin with the dreadlocks means when she tells me people are making the world polluted - which means dirty and smelly and poisonous. My other cousin told me that.
I know a lot really but I don't know how to make cement because it's different to plasticine.
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