Monday, 25 February 2013

If You Do Not See The Image

Ugh, writing is really haaaaard. As well as writing all this darned poetry, I'm working on a novel into the bargain. It proving mentally exhausting to switch between the two forms day in, day out. So eat your heart out, people who *think* they have a hard life - I'm living it right here!

There might be some wee photographs to go with tomorrow's effort, but for today, it's just the words. Tell your friends! Or don't, because no one CARES!

On Failure

I’ve been eating pistachio nuts
as a way of coping.
I read somewhere
that they have calming properties,
like nuns on buses.

Life is all about finding a place.
I found my place in a musical score;
tomorrow I’ll take you there.
But you can’t tell anyone,
because they’d get all neural about it,

and I don’t have time for rational intrusions.
I’m not going to lie to you,
I’ve been lying to you all these years.
Calm days don’t just walk out of the ether,
you have to find them.

Generally, they hide in unopened eggs
and words you haven’t said yet.
Like splomorphia, which is a word I just made up.
The pile of pistachio shells increases.
We’re never getting out of here, are we, Pogo?

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