Mother Tongue by Ian Joyce
Hello C how are you? I was wondering if I could say something to you try not to draw breath feel bad anything at all T will be served shortly a little patch of time to spare what was alive strange as it is here keep it going give this forever go nowhere to change course terribly tired spokesman overhearing a flow of conversation a play two characters psychiatrist patient no brain inside head no letter L an alphabet missing a letter strange as it may be if little more entertainment to keep going than two pennies worth of electricity plus myriad letters flow like air pressure tap set yourself a page translate it into shape a colourful life referring to characters come together incredible spoof observe what is happening imagine to create the world saturday salt air on air brightening sun illuminating from behind the landscape of my bedspread white duvet cover white towel shoulders book bedside glass tumblers one on its head a lamp found a chest of drawers a trolley loaded outside with cups awake fighting jagged dreams of watchfulness shards more lifelike as the bed spreads beautifully fades to grey the mountains birds out back the window behind my back who knows what will become of us where will we go from here
