Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Poem - Away with the Fairies

monday was fairly moderate
i wrote a mundane poem
had breakfast, dinner and tea in the right order
but then I lost tuesday and wednesday
I was away with the fairies
a black bag over my head
I woke up a slave in a fairy factory
in the wood chopping dept for 48 hours
winter threatens
I told myself this can't be happening
but as usual I wouldn't listen
personally I don't remember a thing
I found a press release in my pocket
looks around nervously
....from the fairies....
it says

we regret any inconvenience
keep taking the tablets

I watched in the mirror
as I searched frantically for the tablets
I saw myself find another bottle
the idea of emigrating to the fairies territory faded
I remembered banging my head on their low doors
and slaving in the wood dept
then celebrated my freedom


'away with the fairies' is a phrase in common use here in Ireland, generally it means
the person's sanity is in question,
they have lost the plot,
their cheese has slid off their cracker,
their head is gone.. the list is endless. 

However like anything here in Ireland there is another level of communication going on, the stuff people don't want to talk about which is always talked about in code or obscure references... just in case someone is listening, the kay jay bay.. or equivalent - as they say в Москве.. ;-)