Poem from my past

DAWN OVER THE SEA

In the light and in the noise
The little village wakes up:
Children and women, on the beach,
Wait for the night fishermen.

The sea looks like a ribbon of moire.
The sails of the trembling boats
Are like light white dots
On the blue and black depth.

Great birds pass through the air,
Wings open, and the sails
Among the last stars
Shine in the azure of the clear sky.

I ask for patients, patience with care.

There is a phenomenon called Covidbrain –
that makes the world a prickly pain.
It makes you cry and act insane –
sick to stomach, heart and brain.

Inward hurt, worry and shame –
cannot be cured with anger or blame.
Carry on my love, our world’s the same –
please stay on track and keep in the frame.



People

Ben Dayho was a small and unlikeable man. He stood just over five foot tall, with a weather beaten face and whiskers. All the ladies in town were familiar with his sidelong glances and found him entirely repulsive.

New Year

That carrot tasted like nothing. Bad nothing. It was the flavour equivalent of dial up broadband.

Today

Today I have a stomach ache, perhaps I ate too much fruit.
I’ll eat this banana and measure if it gets worse or better.
I’ll also drink this green tea, to see if it gets worse or better.

I cleaned my desk today and moved my plant.
I don’t think it’s an improvement, but I will leave it there as a change, something different that I control which makes very little difference, except that it’s not better, it’s about the same, if a little worse.

That was a good banana. I hope it settles my tummy and makes me feel better.
This green tea is brilliant, who knew a bag of green tea could taste so good.
I should get back to work.

OGreek

We have the OG!
We have Alpha
We have Beta
We have Gamma
We have Delta
We have the […] — Epsilon, Zeta, Eta, Theta, Iota, Kappa, La, Mu, Nu, Xi?
We have the Omicron

What purpose is there, what function, what linearity between: symbols, names and sounds? Why is this the order of things and what happens when we reach the end? Feeling compression, affect, brought about by futures yet to come to pass.

Internal lines

In the office he was a dullard. There’s a skill to switching off the minds of the people around you. Like how people avoid the news because it’s always bad, or boring, or both. The quietness and restraint were his weapons – until “hello fannies”.