NaPoWriMo Day 8 and the latest poem is slightly more surreal and stream of consciousness.
Big Hair/ Seventies Dude
To my surprise this morning I wake up and find
I’ve turned into a seventies dude with
big hair wide flares and a skinny jacket with giant lapels I
pull on my platform shoes and take a walk outside
there’s a beautiful LA sun shining down on me and
I’m feeling real pleased with myself so I
start riffin’ on a thing that’s
buzzin’ round in my head
“Yeah I got my big hair on/ big
hair/ wide flares/ I’m
a real cool daddy” then
I see another seventies dude coming towards me as
he gets closer I realise he looks exactly like me he
walks right up to me and
we’re standing facing each other like
mirror images and he says “Far out man” so
I say “Is this for real” he
says “no dude you’re dreamin’” so I
say “how did that happen did I drop too much acid” he
shakes his head and smiles “Dude
you’re a forty-five year old woman from Stockport you
just ate too much cheese.”
