Morecambe Bay - A poem by Jsirony

SILENT FOOTSTEPS

I have not been very well recently and now I know that when I'm not well the people in my head are also not well.That is a hell of a price to pay for keeping them quiet.I have just gone into my head wearing carpet slippers,They all seem to be asleep it must be some sort of time delay effect,The sickness leaves me but does not leave them until a while after.Mad Maria is as usual naked on the top of her bed,I think she does it on purpose but oh my Lord she is quite beautiful and I stand for a few hours drinking in her nakedness,Nathaniel is sat by the tree.If he is blind why does he close his eyes when he sleeps?.I must remember to ask him about that later.Tiptoe Tiptoe Spence is sleeping it makes a change because he is usually masturbating,No that is not right he is always masturbating.He is moaning in his sleep I wonder if they are all getting ready to wake up?.Monica is laying next to a brace of riding crops and something really fright making I wouldn't want that anywhere near me.I'm leaving now but I just have to pinch that pair of pink knickers on Mad Marias bedsidetable,And then I must forget I did it or she will know...More soon

ECHO LOCATION

I went up there at about three this morning because I thought Mad Maria was still kicking off but as I entered her room she was laying naked on her bed,Well I had a quick glance for twenty minutes but as I was leaving she said keep them lewd thoughts in your pants!.F*ck me even in her sleep she knows what I'm thinking.Where is that crazy noise coming from it sounds just like Mad Marias knitting needles.Then I find it and I can't believe what I'm seeing,Blind Nathaniel is in his garden and he is planting bulbs,I have often wondered how he manages to put his flowers in such straight lines now I know,The mad clicking noise is coming from his mouth,He is using echo location to plant the bulbs in a straight line.He reminds me of a bat.This is nuts.if he had asked me I would have planted them for him.I leave quietly I don't think he even knows I've been here.On the way out I see Mrs Thursday, the 1960s sitcom woman stood in the corner leaning on a mop with a capstan full strength cigarette hanging from her lips,Somehow it doesn't suprise me.This is one crazy place.I pass by spences room on the way out and spence is doing what he always does but I don't disturb him,Actually even when I disturb him it doesn't disturb him,But more about spence at another time.I took the long way to get out because I wanted to make sure Mad Maria hadn't fallen out of bed and she hadn't so I stayed another ten minutes just in case she did as I leave she says Had a GOOD LOOK DID YOU? I say yes thankyou then run because I can hear her getting off the bed.More soon................

The Chain Lady

She only ever appears when spence kicks off and you haven't met spence yet,Don't worry you will.The chain Lady is a very diminutive Woman but she has a voice that could shatter steel.I think her Father was an old Soldier or a Town Crier........................
This was written last week before my mothers eightieth birthday party,I didn't even think to invite any of those that live in my head to the party,,,Big Mistake.
I came back to London yesterday and last night thought I would pop upstairs so to speak for a ramble around my head..The moment I stepped in I went straight to silent running,Periscope depth it looks like all hell has broken loose up here.Smashed windows broken doors and unravelled Tea cosies every where.Oh F*ck I'm getting out of here.Yes I know it's cowardly but I'm certain I will live a bit longer if no-one sees me today.I can hear Mad Maria in the distance she don't sound to happy and Monica the dominatrix is making music with her whips.Sh*t I'm outa here now .I will return when it gets quieter.Stay tuned.

JERRY...ANOTHER IN MY HEAD.

I was rambling about in my head as one does,When I noticed this rather beautiful woman lounging on a sunbed in one of the rooms up there.Of course I stopped and poked my head in through the door.She was wearing a white Basque with Tartan checked tights!Her eyes were Sri Lankan Saphire blue,Her hair golden I became stapled to the door,I tried to feign disinterest but my body betrayed me(still it`s nice to know that the fire still burns.)On the walls in the room were hundreds of pictures of horses and stood menacingly in a corner was a riding crop( Why do fantasies all come at once?.) I was about to speak when a knitting needle poked through my ear..Oh God Mad Maria is awake and she knows everything I think...She screamed " Get back to the computer,Before I have to shoot her".Mad Maria is so possessive,So I leave quickly..I wonder if Mad Maria goes away on holiday?.Memo to self ( must find out).