
Please call back after I rise from the bed
I am not here.Well,I am now but I won’t be when you call.
When you hear the pips,squeak.
Do you want to leave a message?Annoying isn’t it?
Would you kindly email me.I am deaf.
If you see me,please don’t say anything.I don’t know you.
My mother said not to speak to strange men.If you are tame leave your message.
If that is the doctor,i feel in the pink.If not,I am feeling numb all over.
If you are from soul mates,.go back where you came from.
If you fancy women,I am a hermaphrodite.
Don’t try selling me anything.I am very evil.It’s my eye.
Thanks for calling.Next time just yell
Day: June 14, 2016
Is not a guerrilla war
Wind still moves branches
Decorating the sunset
Fuzzy spaces gleam
But darkness softly
Blankets the weigelia.
The wrens nest there snug
Oh, that small wild dog
I had to take in again.
She keeps wandering.
Dogs smelly and rough;
Short coats like mini wild pigs
Why do they like me?
The mock orange blooms
Truly a secret garden
I hide in the heat.
Down there is a seat
I bought it for my husband
It’s called a love seat.
I hope this rough dog
Won’t try to sit there by me
I don’t love her.
I made a mistake
I can’t tell cow from bull
I blame that convent.
We averted eyes
We averted minds and hearts
We were like Nazis.
We must perceive first
Then we might start to think well,
Or thoughts are bullets.
Conversation
Is not a guerrilla war.
It makes us human.
First see a person;
See their face and recognise
The unspoken claims.
I see lighted eyes
Fine lips that jut out slightly
Ready to drink words.
He might listen too
He that has ears to hear
Will reap a harvest
Answer not
Please leave a message after the moan
When the phone rings we all go out
If you hear a strange noise it’s my gun
When you hear the beep then you’ve used up all the tape.
Please leave a knicker message after the tone. [ briefs= knickers= underpants for EFL students]
Please put on a hat before leaving your message.I can tell.
Sorry,mother is out with the Count and dad is raving mad so probably the message is a waste of time.BTW I am doing Grates at Oxford.They gave me a silver medal for trying the tutor.Unfortunately I broke him.Sorry I’ve used u all the tape.Please call in the New Year.Byeee.
An action or a reaction

Something I have noticed in myself is that when others do something hurtful I assume [unconsciously] that it is deliberate.Whereas I know in myself that I am usually like that when I am ill or tired.So I find it good to remind myself that I don’t know why they did it bit maybe it was an accident.If it was very frequent then I’d stop seeing them if possible.Or only see them in a group.
Often what we do is an uncontrolled reaction to what another has done to me.Or even that it’s a reaction to standing on a needle or a sharp stone.Ever told off an inanimate object for daring to hurt you.Things seem to impinge on us when we are weak.
Some have thicker skins.
