It might be on the Mediterranean Sea but the place is very over-crowded, 2 million or more in one little country and although the border has a fence the IDF might fire through the fence if they can’t understand PRESS in English or if if your T shirt says
I am a lunatic
I am an algebra-ist
I am in crisis.
I am anti-cement.
I am high on anti-psychotics
I had a retinal crisis
My mother was a porcupine
Portnoy was a saint
I love Trains
I am gender free.
I love Moses
God made Trump
The big stain.
Philip Roth is dead.
Bury the past
Love your neighbour
Cain or Abel?
Mea maxima culpa
I went into a Turkish coffee shop today, but they had no turkeys
So I went to Starbucks and asked if I could bring my horse in.The next thing, the police arrived and decide I was mentally unusual.Too clever by half a horse.
The dental nurse held up this little white thing with a tail about 18 inches long.
I said, thanks but I’d rather have a cat.She said,
This is your wisdom tooth.
I can’t understand how that nerve fitted inside my gum.And to think, there are a few more like it.No wonder I am neurotic.How would you like it if your nerves were 4 standard deviations North of the mean,median or mode?
It’s been there a long time so I miss it.I feel this great gap in myself.I thought it was my soul but only Kafka would think like that.And me.
I went into Costa’s and they let me go to the front of the queue as I was wearing my tooth as a pendant.The root goes round my neck which saves buying a chain.Well, it cost enough to have it out! Maybe it was the white stick.Or the horse.This is my data from Facebook.Feel free to share.I did and look at me now.Maybe you’d do better not to.
It’s the eyes,isn’t it? Cancer and bereavement, it would be odd if I looked happy.Even if I was
I went out tempted by gold sun and flowers
On the anniversary of my loss
I looked at roses, tears fell down in showers
I wandered round the market for long hours
No-one home to worry or get cross
I went out to admire both sun and flowers
Then suddenly black clouds moved in and glowered
But in the flowering rose I was engrossed
I looked at it while tears fell down as showers
I am one with nature as she powers
The rain outside, the rain inside,dear God.
I went out looking for your favourite flowers
I am silent in the lonely wooden tower
Where Jesus gazed, where dwelt the first white dove
I fondly wish the home was once more ours
With my naked hand, I touch your glove
Remembering all the days of our sweet love
I went out for the sun and soft white flowers
I looked at roses, tears fell ─overpowered.
I can’t write poems about the Fall
Plastic window, curtain calls
Coloured cclothes pegs and the iron
Men with names like ,Bill and Brian
I can’t write poems about my school
Nor on algebra rings offools
I hate to eat from plates at dinner
Am I on the spectrum, not a sinner?
I cannot write about the Christ
Evoking grief at sacrifice.
Pedophilia hid by men
Men whose lies might come again
Oh, what is left this world, its might?
Find the grace to see and fight