Day: January 4, 2013

It’s oblivious and we are obvious so that makes three.

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We were  both staring at what was hurting  our shared boundary.What we had in common was a pasting of grammar and  some full stops from the  old church organ.. not much help to a pair of  old fools.Especially when it was just a mouth organ from a bizarre barre ballet shop in Covent Garden
We were speechless  like  a pair of  cowardly  sheep up a mountain  in  Wales.Not a baaa baaa between us. Up till then nothing  had come between us except rhymes or reams of  blotting paper

Well,there is a saying:neither rhyme nor reason  and we certainly had no reason….I’m only teasing.We were as irrational as the square root of two.i.e.rational in the wrong  sort of way.Unexpected, like almost everything in this life, but full of seasoning.Rationality was  initially based on proportion then subsequently on distortion and later contortion into  the field of the imaginary.Everything is imaginary … that’s oblivious to me, anyway. And everything  is abstract too.Except lions in the zoo and me and you.Shall we call it a day now?I  am happy with my sentence of a week in the wilderness.Call that a sentence? No arguing, as you may be persecuted and scolded at an auction sale.And that is  only the end of it all.. we lost the beginning in the womb of time.Well,may be you can remember

In my end is my beginning

Time and the bell have buried the day.

The sunflower carried my life away

Beloved world

Let your lips meet gently
the top one resting against the lower
touching with tenderness
your own  skin to skin.
Forefinger  propped on chin,
I let the others dangle,
like leaves on a branch;
how softly gravity  tugs them downwards.
Let heart beat quietly,slowly
as  the blood circulates carrying  its music ,
a river,following the path of least resistance.
How the blood vessels receive willingly this flow,
touching it kindly as with tiny  open fingers,
helping and being helped.
How the hair on the head floats
on the breeze,like tentacles of an octopus
waving goodbye.
Top  eyelid loves the lower one;
as we blink they touch
like lovers kissing swiftly
behind a tree.
and how the light comes in
we see a world.
Mine may not be yours,
but the blink of my eyelid
sends waves through the air,
so we’re all touching and being touched,
lips kissing each other,
kiss all living creatures.
skin to skin
air to air.
And inside us,the rich darkness
of creative night
transforms  in turn
these touches
into dreams.

Pre-disgraceful

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I wrote this as a protest against the fashion in medical circles of making everyrhing either a disease or the precurser to a disease.I have not included mental health here but I think it’s used there as well.If you are happy you are pre-sad.

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I went to the doctor, he said I’d pre-flu.
I said “My dear doctor what shall I do?”
Next time I went, he said “It’s pre- shock.”
And then I had pre measles,pre mumps and pre-pox
I ran to the doctor,he said ” You’re pre-well”
I said “Are you sure it’s not just a pre-quel?”
Next time I turned up,he’d gone out for a walk
It’s hard for a doctor who wants to pre-talk.
I went to the optician, who said I’m pre-blind
I thanked him for being so intensely unkind.
I went back to the doctor,and these words I said
“I’m pre -blind, pre-deaf,pre-ill and pre-dead!