Archive for March, 2014

Friday, March 21st, 2014

 

Green creatures falling from the sky!
Amputated screams filling our ears!
Sheltered accommodation no longer available for retired optimists!
Doors opening
on rooms filled
with sleepers.

Thursday, March 20th, 2014

 

At the third time of asking.
We have one more request.
The chances have gone begging.

Holding out the hand of opportunity. Some grasp.

Wednesday, March 19th, 2014

 

Thank you for the microscope.
It has given me something to think about.
I had not realized life was so small.

Tuesday, March 18th, 2014

 

Raindrops began to spatter the windowpanes and Caribou began talking to himself with fluid precision explaining where he was and what the expectations were of those who soon would be milling around him with their doe eyes and lack of interest in what he had to say on unmissable display.

Monday, March 17th, 2014

 

All that money.
And what is there to show for it?
There was something else I wanted to say.
I can’t remember what it was.
My mind parts are scattered.

Sunday, March 16th, 2014

 

Driftwood seemed to be drifting before his eyes and he could make neither heads nor tails of it and decided he was wearing the wrong glasses and might even have the wrong eyes in his head; it would not be the first time such an error had been made.

He’d seen things in the past,
awesome things,
some of which he had given up trying to categorize.

Saturday, March 15th, 2014

 

Difficult as it was to shake off the cobwebs of unfathomable dreams Caribou swallowed half a dozen cups of coffee in quick succession then sat on the toilet for half an hour wondering how God spent his free time. It was something he had wondered about many times before.

Friday, March 14th, 2014

 

There are stories. A breaking of silence.
Watch how that mouth moves.
It’s been spoken of many times. The way it bleats.

Thursday, March 13th, 2014

 

Take the road south. It will be downhill.

Wednesday, March 12th, 2014

 

Maps need to be the right way up. A book entitled
The World Turned Upside Down turned out to be about
not what I expected. Do not predict.