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[bodytext] => Arrival And Departure Driving off the ferryboat a group of blind people dressed in Brazilian jute sacks still smelling of coffee beans, banged on the bonnet of my car demanded eyes so they too could see the many shades of seasons. Threw them a handful and they fought amongst themselves hands flailing in the air, naked feet trampling about in the mud squashing the eyes in the process. Drove through a town full of coloured lights where angry people celebrated Christmas by breaking shop windows, tossing back gifts given by relatives they didn’t like. At home my uncle sat in my armchair drinking lager, politely got up and left, quite rightly he has been dead for twenty years. A sweet little girl of five, dressed in a cute Dutch national costume, asked if she could climb up to the shiny star at the top of the Christmas tree? Sure! She did and disappeared. Her mother cried bitterly looking for a daughter she hadn’t seen since leaving the maternity clinic. On a green plastic table lay a sweaty goat-cheese hungry I cut a piece and ate, it tasted of damp wool and reeked like car tyres after a high speed collision. The crying young woman was my mother before I was born, she didn’t recognise me, asked me to leave I had no business being here yet. Driving back to catch the ferry black horses galloped through empty streets, by the docks a lone harbour light kept flinging itself senselessly into a stygian sea. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 195 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Jan_Oskar_Hansen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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