or something
Saturday 30 May 2009
Thursday 28 May 2009
never too old
He was sitting on his scooter.
A middle-aged man.
In a posh suit.
Waiting for the lights to turn green.
Making rasping noises with his lips.
A middle-aged man.
In a posh suit.
Waiting for the lights to turn green.
Making rasping noises with his lips.
Monday 25 May 2009
today at the train station i saw
a man dressed for arctic weather
with a scarf around his neck
and 30 degrees centigrade
sitting on a bench
talking to someone invisible
one guy slip his hand lovingly
into the back hip pocket
of his boyfriend's jeans
a young man
with a wild look in his eye
itching his nose
incessantly
because of something
he must have put up it
a woman say a prayer
and wipe her spoon and knife
very carefully with a yellow napkin
before she drank her coffee
and sliced her roll into many equal parts.
with a scarf around his neck
and 30 degrees centigrade
sitting on a bench
talking to someone invisible
one guy slip his hand lovingly
into the back hip pocket
of his boyfriend's jeans
a young man
with a wild look in his eye
itching his nose
incessantly
because of something
he must have put up it
a woman say a prayer
and wipe her spoon and knife
very carefully with a yellow napkin
before she drank her coffee
and sliced her roll into many equal parts.
Friday 22 May 2009
Thursday 21 May 2009
a glimpse of heaven
This morning I smelled the deep perfume of a yellow rose still moist with dew and saw a young deer in a field with not a care in the world.
Sunday 17 May 2009
another kind of human
His body had been parked in a wheelchair
and he was fiddling with a cigarette,
concentrating hard
on which end he should light it.
She seemed to have no spine.
The top of her had slipped
down to her waist in large bulges
and because of the angle of her head
she was looking at the world from underneath.
A middle-aged man with eyes slit
because of a chromosome too many
walked joyfully past me
chewing the inside of his toothless mouth.
A young man
with the gait of a toddler
ran up to a bewildered woman
and waved a happy hello in her face.
Another had stuck his head
into the open window of a car
and was talking
to the driver seated inside.
And one woman
who was not getting very far at all
stood motionless
with the look of someone
whose thoughts
had also ground to a halt.
They had all been released
for their Sunday afternoon stroll,
from an institute
for the mentally challenged
across the road.
and he was fiddling with a cigarette,
concentrating hard
on which end he should light it.
She seemed to have no spine.
The top of her had slipped
down to her waist in large bulges
and because of the angle of her head
she was looking at the world from underneath.
A middle-aged man with eyes slit
because of a chromosome too many
walked joyfully past me
chewing the inside of his toothless mouth.
A young man
with the gait of a toddler
ran up to a bewildered woman
and waved a happy hello in her face.
Another had stuck his head
into the open window of a car
and was talking
to the driver seated inside.
And one woman
who was not getting very far at all
stood motionless
with the look of someone
whose thoughts
had also ground to a halt.
They had all been released
for their Sunday afternoon stroll,
from an institute
for the mentally challenged
across the road.
Thursday 14 May 2009
13h39
She wasn't young anymore
but she still had a taste for coffee.
So she wandered into the trendy café
but she couldn't climb onto the trendy chair
whose seat was at the trendy height of her neck.
So she left.
but she still had a taste for coffee.
So she wandered into the trendy café
but she couldn't climb onto the trendy chair
whose seat was at the trendy height of her neck.
So she left.
16h29
I saw a pigeon with its rear end jutting out over the roof.
Then I saw another pigeon land on it
and they did it hanging in midair.
Then I saw another pigeon land on it
and they did it hanging in midair.
18h45
He couldn't take it anymore.
He'd been happy to accompany his mistress for an afternoon walk.
He'd wagged his tale and his rear with candid eagerness as they set out into the countryside.
At first, it had been difficult for her to keep up with him as he shot into the woods to hunt down very large game and returned wrapped in panting joy and saliva.
But she just kept going on and on and on, jogging her way into the early evening.
So, little by little, he had lost interest
and enthusiasm
and by the end of their tour, he was lagging with a tongue pining for water and a sorry look in his eyes.
He'd been happy to accompany his mistress for an afternoon walk.
He'd wagged his tale and his rear with candid eagerness as they set out into the countryside.
At first, it had been difficult for her to keep up with him as he shot into the woods to hunt down very large game and returned wrapped in panting joy and saliva.
But she just kept going on and on and on, jogging her way into the early evening.
So, little by little, he had lost interest
and enthusiasm
and by the end of their tour, he was lagging with a tongue pining for water and a sorry look in his eyes.
Wednesday 13 May 2009
mother watching the news
...
where did he get that accent from?
what kind of a haircut is that?
look at his ears...poor thing
his tie doesn't go with his suit
I wonder if his sleeves are short?
he's got an unfortunate bump on his forehead
you can just make out a bald patch
what an odd colour of hair
he must have had it dyed
he seems to have a kind of hairlip...no?
why don't they have more about the arts on TV?
his elocution is pretty mediocre
his upper lip is very thin
he's got hands like a butcher the poor soul
not to mention his nails
I wonder who he inherited that nose from
the decor in the background is awful
where did he get that accent from?
what kind of a haircut is that?
look at his ears...poor thing
his tie doesn't go with his suit
I wonder if his sleeves are short?
he's got an unfortunate bump on his forehead
you can just make out a bald patch
what an odd colour of hair
he must have had it dyed
he seems to have a kind of hairlip...no?
why don't they have more about the arts on TV?
his elocution is pretty mediocre
his upper lip is very thin
he's got hands like a butcher the poor soul
not to mention his nails
I wonder who he inherited that nose from
the decor in the background is awful
Monday 11 May 2009
last night as I was driving home
I saw something very small and furry crawl out of a hole on the side of the road. It didn't look like anything I had seen before. It was too round to be a ferret. Too short to be a hare. Too big to be a mouse. Far too small to be a badger. And not nearly spiky enough to be a hedgehog. Its head was large compared with the rest of its body. Its eyes huge, and ears which stood to attention, pointed and erect. And as I drew up closer to get a better look, and it looked up at the big metallic animal approaching, I saw that it was a tiny baby fox. It didn't give me or the car a second glance. Instead, it just crawled back to where it had come from and disappeared back down the hole on the side of the road.
Saturday 9 May 2009
cocktail party
(The only way for me to get a space between the title and the beginning is to write this.)
They talked about
cooking recipes,
different models of mixers,
different makes of cars,
going shopping by bus,
the weight of paper bags,
the possibility of cycling into town,
children's schooling,
children's upbringing,
heating systems,
insulation,
the weather,
the new underground metro,
shopping on Saturdays,
lovely walks to do,
how many cars they own,
and the cool - but expensive - restaurant that has just opened in the mall.
No one said they were bored to tears,
or would have preferred to stay at home,
or apologised for having no conversation,
or were furious for missing their favourite TV programme,
or said how awful they thought everyone else's company was.
The women were thinking
how ugly her dress was
where she got her hair cut
what she could possibly see in her husband
how she had put on so much weight
he seems to like me
she was far too skinny
he's good-looking
she must have had plastic surgery.
The men were wondering
where he got his shoes
what it would be like to go to bed with her
what a shapely backside she had
how large her boobs were
about her crotch
if she would ever stop talking
how much happier he would be at home.
Then everyone said goodbye to everyone else in a pool of smiles, 'it was a great partys', 'see you soons', 'lovely to meet yous' and 'hope to see you agains'.
They talked about
cooking recipes,
different models of mixers,
different makes of cars,
going shopping by bus,
the weight of paper bags,
the possibility of cycling into town,
children's schooling,
children's upbringing,
heating systems,
insulation,
the weather,
the new underground metro,
shopping on Saturdays,
lovely walks to do,
how many cars they own,
and the cool - but expensive - restaurant that has just opened in the mall.
No one said they were bored to tears,
or would have preferred to stay at home,
or apologised for having no conversation,
or were furious for missing their favourite TV programme,
or said how awful they thought everyone else's company was.
The women were thinking
how ugly her dress was
where she got her hair cut
what she could possibly see in her husband
how she had put on so much weight
he seems to like me
she was far too skinny
he's good-looking
she must have had plastic surgery.
The men were wondering
where he got his shoes
what it would be like to go to bed with her
what a shapely backside she had
how large her boobs were
about her crotch
if she would ever stop talking
how much happier he would be at home.
Then everyone said goodbye to everyone else in a pool of smiles, 'it was a great partys', 'see you soons', 'lovely to meet yous' and 'hope to see you agains'.
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