Joe are you okay
Mummy has just messaged me to say that you were poorly
Where are you
I am still at the airport
Cora is just getting this and that
She sends her love
Do you want me to come down after I see Cora off
There is no need
You are never ill
I know but I have been infected by –
Joe I know what you are going to say
Just do not go down that avenue as it will only damage you
I just want to hold you in my arms
And watch you sleep on my breasts
Mills & Boon Josie
I am pretty gastric
Which is not nice
More David Cronenberg that Mills & Boon
Mummy is looking after me
Are you eating
Cheese & Crackers
Whenever I was ill it was Cheese & Crackers
You are still her little boy
She sees so much of Daddy in you
But you are a far nicer person Josie
I am more gentle than you yes but you are the kindest person I know
Mummy once said that Daddy was the nicer version of you without all the pain
I will come down Joe as I feel empty without you and although this might sound selfish I will miss Cora
Mummy will be so happy to see you
I will meet you at the station
Funny Man Joe
Are you in bed
No I am in the Drawing Room
I feel that I have slept too much
I am just listening to some classical music
What is Mummy doing
Fussing as normal
It is not often that Joe shows up feeling grotty
All of the sudden I was Sick Boy Joe
But not in the normal context
To actually see you will make her day
Joe and Josie under one roof
I will tell her that you are coming
Can I bring anything
Not that I can think of just arrive safely
The last time you were ill with the flu
The imported flu
Behave Joe
You told me that you had some seriously weird dreams
Yes they fucked up my poems for a while
Have you had any more
Yes
Describe them to me
You have a peculiar interest in dreams
So did Freud
I did dream
Was it fucked up
Depending what fucked up means
Do tell me
Well it was a quite simple dream as I went around assassinating members of the malignant left who I so dislike
It was all the usual suspects plus a couple of corrupt union officials
For some reason I was in their kitchens
They were eating breakfast
I just waited until they looked up
And blew their brains out
How horrible Joe
Your virus has caused you to hallucinate
It was so clear
I then left a calling card
Judge Jury Executioner
I just wanted to let them realise that they had sinned
And I was God’s executioner
It was the look of realisation in their eyes
Enough Joe
I do not want to hear that dream
You asked
It was a dream of a psychopath
Scratch the surface Josie
I know all about your theories
Please Joe
Just be my gentle brother
You have had a terrible dream
I woke up feeling cleansed
It was a strange feeling
As I was still feeling shitty
Joe you are in desperate need of TLC
You have driven too fast and your demons are attacking you
Try not to reveal too much to Mummy
When you are well we can discuss your dream
You are such a fucking dream junkie
I never said that I was perfect
Joe will you forgive me as Cora is coming back
Her flight has been called
I am such a bitch
All I ask is that you arrive safely
I will sit opposite Mummy
In Daddy’s old armchair
She likes me to do so
I should be in the village by about ten
Get a cab order it in advance
I will eat on the way
You know Mummy
Just be there when I arrive
In an English Cottage under an English Sky
Joe and do not take this the wrong way
But I do feel that this Joe & Josie apart from the assassinations and the assumption that all illnesses are spread by those who should not be here in our lovely country
That you are mellowing
It may be the virus
Or is your pen getting lighter
Is your poetry creeping into your ink
Fuck Off Josie
Fuck You Too
See you later Sis and yes I do feel that my pen is becoming more lyrical in its behaviours
It is all you fault you know
Joe & Josie