
Out already?
Yes.
So what do you do in there? You’re in and out like a flash.
I wash.
In that short time? Where do you wash?
Oh, you know, in the immortal words of The Yardbirds: Over, Under, Sideways, down
Yes.
So what do you do in there? You’re in and out like a flash.
I wash.
In that short time? Where do you wash?
Oh, you know, in the immortal words of The Yardbirds: Over, Under, Sideways, down
I don’t think I wore my beanie at all last winter.
I took it with me all the time on the bus and in the car just in case I needed it when I got out but I never did.
Beanies always remind me of buds
How they sit clamped over your head
Protecting your ears and the soft skin of cheeks
Like buds protect blossoms.
I guess I needed protecting or maybe just the feeling of being protected.
As spring got closer I kept hanging out for a really cold day
Like kids hang out for xmas.
Having a winter without beanies is like having a summer without going for a swim.
You feel cheated.
What I need is another day of the week.
Would that make people happy?
I could divide my time equitably then.
Or perhaps find my doppelganger
and if he has nothing going on in his life
could he stand in for me on occasions
or, better still, on a regular basis,
perks included, of course?
Or, failing that, what would you have me do?
Bifurcate?
I barfed off and on last night
but my heart wasn’t in it.
If you are going to barf —
‘barf’ is a much nicer word than ‘vomit’ –
you’ve got to be committed,
not lackadaisical
like the time I went to the doctor
for anti-depressants and was refused
because ‘you are not depressed enough’.
I can’t give myself wholeheartedly
to anything, it seems.
‘Except your writing’,
my ex told me.
‘Except your writing’.
I want one of these
so I can hoon around the street
like old Frank does on his,
zip around the shopping centre
when Security’s not looking.
I will have to save up though,
maybe trade in the car
but it’s a beauty,
a rhino of a Gopher,
the Humvee of mobility scooters,
a ‘chick magnet’ for seniors.
Yee Ha !
Snip
Snip
Snip
Like scissors
Snipping hair
Your
Swift
Little beaks
Snip bugs
From the air
Oooops. Looks like I turned the heater off prematurely.
I seem to make a habit of it.
Maybe because I was born prematurely.
I don’t finish novels either.
or most short stories.
Even half my poems I bail out from.
Relationships too.
I have meltdowns. Walkouts.
But hey ! I have three kids.
Nothing premature there.
And I’m still with my gal.
Maybe I can finally say, I’m over it.
But that might be a little premature.
There’s a miniature submarine lurking
at the bottom of the aquarium .
It is smooth and black with feathery gills .
It is an axolotyly .
We call him Axle , of course .
Most of the time he just hangs around
amongst the water weeds .
Perhaps he’s lonely and depressed .
But every now and then
he rouses himself
and cruises around as if on patrol .
The other fish give him right of way .
Perhaps he thinks he really is a submarine
on an important mission ,
keeping the waters safe for democracy ,
for instance .
Sometimes when he cruises past the sides
of the tank
I give him the thumbs up .
It seems to give him a lift .