Archive for September, 2017

Wednesday, September 20th, 2017

 

from COLLECTIONS

Mother boasted a marvellous set of Wild West spittoons. They were all full.

Tuesday, September 19th, 2017

 

There are lots of trains and boats and planes here and the occasional ambulance –
but I don’t think they can all be for me, can they?

Monday, September 18th, 2017

 

The boss calls simply to wake you up
Check all messages
The case remains open for the time being

Sunday, September 17th, 2017

 

Stupidity has its own measure
There’s quite a good deal to be not interested about

Saturday, September 16th, 2017

 

Hair was collecting dust as we spoke
The desert of vibrant lungs and wildlife
So to move on – and describe the body: the moisture between

Friday, September 15th, 2017

 

The direct line supposed to embrace travel and arrival
The side of the view slipping into the untouchable distance

Thursday, September 14th, 2017

 

The hours (I have spent thinking about other people)
The hours (other people have not spent thinking about me)

Wednesday, September 13th, 2017

 

At least in solitude
you only have yourself
to worry about.

Tuesday, September 12th, 2017

 

Being silly always makes you feel better but the feeling doesn’t always last –
and the price of basic foodstuffs worries pretty much everyone.

Monday, September 11th, 2017

 

And then Otto the pet octopus went AWOL –
we were on tentacle-hooks until he came back. It turned out he’d been to the pool.