Day: September 29, 2013

Police on earth and pud tidings for all men

I was sadder than a wet hen which is how I often feel when ill or  if I split infinities by accident
it was my utter nadir.The skin of my teeth peeled off and the nerves screamed like music written by a post modern composer.Still,it was free.
I make money by selling souls to wolves who listen at the door
Please nail my hat on if we get a blizzard.I can’t bare to lose heat
My main wish is for more police on Earth
I make a brake for my brain but my mind runs ahead
Can you make a long story tauter?
Take a mountain out of a mole hill and you will be in a hole!
Make an ass out of felt… it will feel good
Can one make ends meet or is it not logical?
Fake like you are a tree with leaves then shiver your timbers
I place no overtones in my verses.I like plainsong
It’s Mike or Jake for the Party
Why make out you found bliss in my tarts?
Do I make the grade as a wordsmiter?
I make tracks for wild animals, which adore me… the Beasts!
Can we make up and kiss our own throats?
Why make waves when it’s already windy on the lake?
Make your love permanent.Freeze it!

Too far away and moving

 

Source: K
 
 

 

 

The sky looks like a Turner painting.
At the high point it’s brighter,even golden cream
Like the top of a bottle of Jersey milk;
then it dims down to a bluey gray
with a slight threat in it
like a blacker gray…It’s
Too warm today for snow.

 

I swept brown dried leaves from the step..
Had to move my bike.
Then I hid them under the hedge
So they can keep some insects warm in the winter.
But mainly I don’t want to bend down to collect them,,
I’m tired or lazy after the weekend.
I still have a dress here I was ironing just a week or two ago.
Now it will be put away till next summer.
Here’s a denim jacket with flowers all over…
I did wear it but it won’t look right now.

 

I washed my hair.It feels soft and pleasant.
I like that feeling.I am wondering what you are doing.
Are you listening to music or resting?
Or sitting looking down the road at wet fields?
I think I’ll make some tea.
I need a focus for the day which also has a feeling
Like those late watercolors
Everything merging
Until one thing dissolves into an other.
Some people like it but today
I need some edge,some definition.
I need someone to give me boundaries.
Time 4 pm
Kettle boils and a neighbor’s cat peers by the locked cat flap…
Wondering why she can’t get in.
I turn away.

Now the sky is without any gold
It’s sixty shades of gray.
It’s clouded dark and soft
Like your hair might have been
But I could never have touched it…
You were always too far away and moving.

Fifty shades of grey?

This book is now famous and perhaps as widely read as the Bible

I saw it before it was famous for I often rest in an armchair in Waterstone’s bookshop.Whilst there I pick up some novels from the new books section and take a look at them.I took this along and read about five pages.I felt the prose was possibly worse than average.And it was boring.I never reached the part where the sado-masochdomesticism comes in though I have looked since.At the time there was nothing at the beginning at all sexual.I see that later on He tells Her that he is going to force her to have oral sex with him.But it’s expressed more briefly.What is puzzling me is why so many people read it.I am sure one can find much more tittilating tales.Or more tales about tits,even.I believe whips come into it too.I thought the title was referring to all the different types of dust one finds in the home,on one’s head or on the cat.I was hoping it was about domestic affairs with a duster not a rope and whip!I find cleaning keeps me fit and my sex life is private.Whereas  in this book they never do any housework.Who cleans t he whips and buys the French letters?Who pays the bills,writes the wills and washes sills ?Not this lady

I recommend Vladimir Nabokov because he write so beautifully.

Dandelion clocks

Government Testing Base

Why clean when you could

Chase dandelion clocks round the garden
Tame some ants.
Photograph cobwebs.
Watch clouds go by.
Kiss you other.
Chase bugs out of your bed.
Save a spider from going down the plug hole.
Dust your hair.
Watch rain drops run down the window
Slip off the patio and break your collarbone
Drink cheap tea in A & E.
Fall off your bike.
Lose yourself in your thoughts
Go into a brown study
Read my lips.
Paint your face.
Look into a mirror
Sniff hot salt water up your nose
Any of the above?
All of the above?

Explain your choice in a short essay.
Or get stuffed.It’s a free country

What a joke!

What! A joke.

W.Hat,A Joke Esq.

What’s your game?

Emile’s diary:why do humans have lips?

A cat ponders

My images

I use photos I take myself and I use various Art software programs such as Artweaver and Paint.net.I love color and shape so trees play a large part in my collection of images

Source: Kathryn

Emile’s musings

I’m sitting under the coffee table.By rights I should be given some cafe au lait in a traditional French style wide cup with a silver brim plus a matching saucer.I am shocked that Stan has never asked me to partake.I need a coffee break..it’s hard work spying all day!
I heard Anne talking on her mobile while Stan was looking for the graph paper.She must be talking to another woman…. she said she’s just bought some Revlon primer lotion to put under her light beige mousse foundation.Ye Gods,it sounds as if she’s painting the wall.She was moaning she can’t afford Lancome any more.Mousse foundation..that sounds tasty! She wants some heather coloured lipstick but she couldn’t find any.She’s put a new one on anyway and Stan came in to give his opinion:
Congratulations,Anne.You have found lipstick that’s exactly the same colour as your own lip .She was mortified.I could see tears in her eyes but luckily she had her waterproof mascara and purpleeyeshadow on.
Well,it makes me glad to be a cat…we have no need for skin products
and we have no lips as such.Why do humans have lips?Is it mainly for kissing?
And perfume………we like the natural odors but I’ve never seen Stan go up and sniff Anne’s netherregions…though I admit I took a sniff and she smells very intriguing… probably some musk she’s bought.
I envy Stan in a way.Because I’d like to kiss Anne but my lips are too small….I could lick hers with my little raspy tongue!
Maybe if she falls asleep i’ll have a go.i love that woman so..
A cat may look at a king,but can he lick a lady’s lips?
Well,must go and take a walk around my territory and sniff out who’s about….face primer.What next.Paint stripper? What a waste of time and money.I could be chasing dandelion clocks round the garden

Where is the world’s skin?

Image

I run my fingers tentatively

down your cheek,

 

asking you a question

 

with my eyes.

 

looking at each other,

 

you touch me too.

 

This is my skin

 

my boundary.

 

Yours is thicker,

 

like rubber.

 

I run my fingers down your chin.

 

what is this little bone?

 

I like it.

 

I like your skin

 

I like your bones.

 

I like you.

 

you please me.

 

you are tasty.

 

I like your taste,

 

your skin,your eyelids.

 

I like your eye here,

 

and your other eye too.

 

Nice one!

 

I like this hair on your head.

 

May I touch your hair?

 

do you like hair?

 

hair makes me laugh.

 

I have a fondness for laughing.

 

I love to laugh.

 

I enjoy laughter

 

I love your laughter.

 

If not, smiling is good also.

 

Or a gleam in the eyes,

 

showing the inside smile,

 

the smiling heart.

 

I like your inside,

 

Outside

 

and possibly

 

your backside.

 

your upside and downside.

 

your side sides.

 

I snuggle you all around with soft wool.

 

I knit you into my scarf.

 

I’ll have to wear you round my neck now!

 

How unusual

 

How flexible.

 

How charming.

 

How alarming

 

How creative

 

How interesting.

 

What an idea!

 

what a notion

 

but you are too big for me to knit

 

So I’ll just touch your hand

 

with my fingers.

 

and you touch my hand

 

with your fingers.

 

What good hands we have

 

with such fingers.

 

fingers are for touch.

 

fingers are keen to touch.

 

I like touch.

 

what would we do

 

without fingers?

 

I like your skin.

 

skin is good

 

We love skin

 

We love.

 

We.

 

I want skin to be ours

 

and yours

 

is mine

 

and mine

 

is yours

 

where is the edge of the world?

 

skin has no end

 

it’s infinity

 

au naturel.

 

what order!

 

what design!

 

What wonder.

 

what awe.

 

where is the world’s skin?

 

tenderly we touch the world

 

as the world embraces us.

 

It’s called love.

Love