Miss Roberts

The Ghost of a Dog

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Stars. They’re useless! Up there in the sky with that know it all look about them, that “I can tell your future” twinkle. But they can’t! Hot Passion, huh! I had a bad cold and the electricity men hitting things with hammers in my hallway. Rubbish! Then there was that greasy good-for-nothing guitarist Mr Cos, coming round here stealing CD’s, thinking he’s got the right just because they’re his. The cheek! Mr G Avern, my reliable bassist and  Other One, has hand lurgy so he’s no good, he can’t protect the CD’s from Cos. All useless!
At least I have my ghosts:
A box of bones

The Box of Bones

I made the box for the bones found in my back garden. I have only drawn a dog’s skeleton on the top because I don’t want to think of it being a murdered wife or anything. I like this flat I’m now in and love the garden so don’t want them to turn bad against me. It probably was a beloved dog whose flesh has fed my garden, yes I like that. When I die I want to feed other things, to rot, to be eaten, to have the roots of nettles and sycamore trees creeping through my bones. I say sycamore trees because my garden is full of them, the garden must have been a tiny sycamore forest till they were all chopped down, now they’re growing back again with avengence which means at some point I might have to do some gardening.

Interestingly I’ve been having a good hallucination of late. There’s a dog in my flat, a mongrel, very friendly wagging its tail , I bend down to stroke it and it’s gone. I like it though, beats the usual insect and bird monster hallucinations. I did consider that it might be the ghost of the dog whose bones I’ve put in the box. Possible. Or it might be that dastardly part of my brain that does things without my consent deciding that it wants a ghost from the bones and therefore creating one. It does that. The dog vision isn’t as strong today as it has been the last few days, I kind of miss it. I’m still trying to get a real dog though, the lady from Battersea Dogs Home is coming round to inspect my flat on Friday. Worrying. Do they give dogs to people who hallucinate dogs? Perhaps I shouldn’t mention it.


Written by Miss Roberts

June 9, 2010 at 7:58 pm

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  1. Greasy! ha – I’ve had a bath this week. Just be thankful I’ve not reclaimed all the CD’s -no more Haydn, No more Thelonious, no more Fall, no more Billy Jenkins… Sorry the hallucination is fading, it sounded nice, but hope you’ll have a real dog soon (though you’ll have to feed that one and take it for walks etc. and it will may you feel guilt every time you go out for the evening). And no – I wouldn’t mention the dog visions…

    Cos Chapman

    June 10, 2010 at 8:52 am

    • Some of the Billy Jenkins are mine! Well one Dylan gave me is and you’re not touching that not with one of your slimy fingertips no your not not ever!

      Miss Roberts

      June 10, 2010 at 9:39 am


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