Mental Cases

Having lunch in a dodgy café in Camden, London

Having lunch in Camden

with all the mental cases

eating plaices

or is it scampi?

 

I'll never know

'cos if I ask,

The mental cases talk loudly

at me

and spit in my tea

 

and everyone

looks at me

and will wonder what I am eating

Reviews

[Helen Woodward]

Short, sweet and to the point...very clever, mental cases eating Plaices HA!!! That is fish isn't it? With people spitting in your tea I'm wondering why you stayed? I would have been out of there like a streak of duck do...
A whimsical little piece very diverse from what I read previously...thank God!
Cheers Nathan,
Helen :-)

[Michael Griffin]

Mental cases are everywhere, my friend. When you think you've finally dodged one, there he goes, hopping along to an invisible tune repeating in his mind. Nice write.

[Kat-Marie Berti]

Awesome piece of writing, great title too! :) Something about your writing (probably the fact it makes me laugh out loud) is simply fantastic!

[Brett Campaigne]

a nice slice of time, clever reversal

[Bluet_Belle]

Very cool. Its so disoriented and makes me feel confused too... I like it!

[Captain Goldpants]

I have a Mornington Crescent one too, Miss Mannington! But I think I left it written on a f*g packet in a shoe box in London! :-(

[Just Manoosh]

Honey, you write like you are talking out loud with no premeditation, I am sure this is what you do and I like the it very much, free flow poetry is great. Mx

Camden Town

Inside my head a movie plays, the image is so clear.
Inside my heart your words reside, battling with my fear.
Outside my shell is very strong, but inwardly I weep,
Clasping tight to memories that burn so very deep.
I feel your body all day long, its warmth against my skin,
My senses hold your perfume mixed with cigarettes and gin.
These are the things I hold with me in everything I do,
To the man in Camden Town, I always will love you.