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Lost Lost!
An Omeba, How Did I Feel, How Did I Get here? Angry!,
the Smell of Disinfectant and Starch and Solitude, Myself a Boy Ignited,
Inaspired, Frightened! Nothing, No Before, No After and worse, No NOW!
Dr Nicolson came in, I knew this was HIM!, cos it said
“Dr Norman Nicolson” on his White coat. He seemed to have dark chocolate
purply piercing eyes, a stethescope, brilliantine, and a warm, if detached
manner.
“Can you feel this, he said, banging my knees with a
small wooden hammer.------“Your reflexes are O.K.!, he mumbled. “What
happened, were you playing in the Trees yesterday, did you fall?------from
Grace, ----Backwords!-------Conventionally! Fall How?----I Have No Idea
“I HAVE NO RECOLLECTION______Nothing! “Nothing” he said?---“Nothing”
I,m from Ness, he said, in Lewis, this condition is
common there, “the Balloch Buckeroo Buideneachd Condition is common out
there, “Buidecheoch Buidecheoch” he laughed, you know the Old Caleagh
“woman”, would say you saw too far with your Marshy, Soft and Many stories,
Fall from the Trees Eh!, Did You, Unlikely “Ballochmore”!”Rhetorick, he
said?
Just Imagine, your Imagination went too far and it had
to Stop, Too Far In Infinity you can’t Stop, and You can’t Remember, No
Recolection of Anything, This is Terrible!, Nine Below Zero of Nothing, and
Nawseous.
Yet There is Nothing so Comfortable as Fresh Starchy
Pillowcases, a Rebirth, Now!, No Knowledge except the New, no V-necked
sweaters yet no Viniets, Bubble, Poke, Babble, Deeper Darker than Loch Morar
and Ness, the Smell of Linseed, a fresh packet of Jamie Dodgers, Ah Vanilla!
The champagne of Aromas, no shoes Yet except for Sunday School, just me in
the Ward with a BIG sexy Nurse Watching Over Me, Clean Serene, and Plenty of
Good Clean Nothing!
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