dedalus Posted May 23, 2014 Share Posted May 23, 2014 I live in hopes of things to come,crystal cities with suspended bridges connecting shop to shop, bar to bar,man to womanand in my dreams at nightI toss and turn on the lilac sheetsand reach for my true lovewho is no longer there.A silly quarrel, of no importance,and a world comes crashing downamid the rubble on the just-cleaned carpetsand shots outside on the streets.I was mildly ruffled. I don’t mindtelling you, as this effectively ruinedall our luncheon arrangementsand I gave her my debit card.O God, can things get worse?Well of course they can.I have newspaper reporters calling me at three in the morningwith questions about school escapadesand did I really climb the college towerin Lady Cynthia’s panties? This is too much,seeing as how she climbed it with meand we swore undying love. Later, she married the Hon, Spencer Chapman MPand pushed him off a mountainin Switzerland, or so the story goes.I went to Afghanistan with the Armywhere I formed the deepest respectfor the bearded Taliban. They are crack shotssince 1842, so you keep your head down.Back in London, I had to choosebetween the City and the Law,so I became a social workerand loved that silly job to bits.Now, of course, I am a policeman. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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