Can Someone Feel like a Car?

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Can someone feel like a car?

A burnt out car?

That’s how he feels at the moment.

Run down. Abandoned. Torched.

Oh, he’s bit of a drama queen, he knows

But it helps if you’re a poet.

Conveyancers, Real Estate Agents, Bank Managers

& the endless decluttering.

He always wanted to be a minimalist

So now he is.

And that countdown. Prisoners on Death Row

Must feel it.

The drama queen again.

Less than three weeks now.

He better get on with it and stop blogging!

 

Do You Know What Your Rooster is Up To?

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As she lay in the hospice ,

cranked up by morphine,

she thought of Mr. Barnes

That little red rooster from her childhood days

In Battlelake, Minnesota.

That Barnes — he was something,

She said

Puffed out his chest and walked through life:

“I want the biggest and the best and the most of whatever

You’ve got”

He had attitude.

He had a harem.

One day when she was home from school with chickenpox

She watched Mr. Barnes

Fornicate with his hens forty six times and that was when

She was awake.

He was the sheik of Battlelake

Even strutting off to other farms.

That Mr. Barnes!

He thought the whole world belonged to him and beyond that —

The sun, the stars, the Milky Way — all of it

& as she lay dying

She hoped to meet him on the other side.

 

do you have a hero? what qualities do you admire in that person?

do you have an animal you admire, either in literature or real life?

Bed of Nails

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Does my comfort discomfort you?

What would you have me do?

Lie on a bed of nails?

Put tacks in my shoes?

 

Quite early in life I was labelled a hedonist. I craved comfort the way some people craved adventure. It was my natural state. I mostly landed on my feet, things fell into place. This would annoy some people. I could see why but should I create a prickly existence for myself so others feel more at ease? I was feline. We had a cat who liked nothing better after a meal than to curl up on the lid of the rubbish bin and soak up the sun. I am like that though I prefer a mattress to the lid of a bin. But it does come with a cautionary tale:

 

Hedonist

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Look at that little hedonist

Curled up on the bin

Better watch out the rubbish van

Doesn’t tip him in

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trains of Thought

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Trains of thought have no timetables.

Nor, if they did, would they keep

To schedule.

 

Trains of thought always pull in when

you are busy doing something else.

 

They require no ticket, no payment

only that you get on board and leave

your luggage behind.

 

Trains of thought have their own itineraries

And take you places you may otherwise

Never visit. Bring a notebook with you.

 

Trains of thought run on the fuel of

pure Imagination

Of which there are endless reserves.