She climbed onto the bus like a gnat that has walked up Everest carrying 100 library books.
She sat down  like a mother of 15 children does after doing the washing by hand
He fell into bed like a shelf of books collapsing when all the nails broke at once
He got undressed like a courtesan being paid by the second
His pyjamas reminded me of   Wittgenstein’s  phrase: whereof one cannot speak thereof one must be silent
He gave me some tea in a mug as if he were handing me an umbrella in the sunshine while swallowing a sword and  igniting a rocket  with gas and air
She looked so beautiful ~I could have died of love.Except I’m not a lesbian as yet
He was so handsome it almost made me change my mind about  my future but I think I was right to flee.He could have fleed too if  you scream what you see.But he didn’t flee my way and I didn’t flee his way.That was it in a coconut shell or a bomb shell

I said I’m full of dread not shall we go to bed?
I said what rhymes with crap not  it’s time for a nap
I asked what was the score not  have  you a whore
I said I’d better eat not I’m a  lover of pleats
I said your fly is undone not   shall we have fun
I asked for the toilet not for you to  boil it
Can I have a rest and yes, you are a pest.
I made the bed and it is well dead
He asked  for a sex toy so I said why not play an imaginary game.Then he said not a sex toy a fixed ploy!
Well play it again,Sam.Not lay it again,damn.
I wrote a play no, there was no delay
I wrote the script  not  I taught  the whipped
I am a playwright not a daylight
I had a nightmare not she was alright bare.
I do like men  not now and again

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I lay on this couch covered in big sheets of white paper.I was unable to lie on my side so I lay on my back with a  pillow under my right arm and my right hand was on my left shoulder.That pulled on the shoulder which had been frozen.
Then they began to put other things over me  maybe plastic to stop blood from  getting onto my dress.This seemed to take ages then he gave me a couple of injections.He stuck a pin in to see if I was numb.Then  silence fell as he laboured with his  knife.He cried,
Are you on Warfarin? Well, no,But I do bleed a lot.Silence
The nurse sprayed something on and I guess he stitched the wound.Then  he put a dressing on.I got up and walked to the chair
The nurse said it will hurt when the anaesthetic wears off
It didn’t hurt.Not compared to the pain I have all the time from arthritis which had been flaring up
So in the evening I got a severe pain in my left  thumb.Really agonising for a few hours… then it began to fade away.I am surrounded by supports and splints and so on……
Because I went alone I feel as if it  has not happened.I am to take off the dressing on Sunday…. what fun.He is good at sewing and is very clever.
Let’s hope that is it

When I said you were a pest, it was a metaphor.
I said the doctor cut  a lump off my  arm not a  chunk of my charm
I said the nurse was very kind not she was blind
I asked for a cup of tea, not  a jug for a wee.Though……
You are worse than a moth, words cannot say it.
You are a cross between a bluebottle and a wasp.Don’t breed, please.
I am innocent,you are innocent, they are innocent.So who did it?
I wanted a meringue not  the Big Bang
I feel like a prisoner in a confessional when the priest faints.Through my fault…..
I’d like to be a religious Jew like Jesus.Is it too late? Well,I’m not  man yet!

We understand new things   by comparing them with what we are aready familar with

She walked up the stairs like a migrainous  gazelle with lead weights hanging round its neck and a truck of bricks harnessed to its body.In other words,she was pretty, exhausted.
Dead!

I got a box of mugs again today
The cardboard and the wrapping fill the hall
I crack them in great numbers then they break

The government  despised , collapsed, dismayed
Their intellectual gifts are off the wall
I saw a bunch of mugs again today

Eggs are full of protein,  so eat cake!
Marie Antoinette could fake some brawls
I crack eggs in great numbers till they talk

When I painted I liked crimson lake
Cerulean blue,burnt umber,all
I drew a bunch of mugs again today

If I feel sad,I can always bake
Sponge cake,iced banana chocolate balls
I crack eggs in great numbers till they break

In the distance there Columbus sails
I prophesy some man will swallow whales
I got a box of mugs again today
I crack them in great numbers  for  a  lark

They said they had no time to read a  stanza
A verse,  a line ,a  little sonnet form
When I asked why, I got no solid answer

They liked  psalms and songs ,both well  enchanted
Judiciously embraced beneath a palm
They said they had no time to read a  stanza

As we talked ,the hot dogs panted
This hideous heat can do them deadly harm
When I asked why, I got no bally answer

The women and the men all flaunted
Their dress sense, their straw hats  and their   strange charm
They said they had no time to read a  stanza

The professor with her learning all had taunted
Saying, thinking cannot cook or keep us warm
When I asked why, I got a squalid answer

Well now and then we spin a  little yarn
Tell a tale or make love in the barn
They said they had no time to read a  stanza
When I asked why, I got no  valid answer

Tree trunk by Katherine

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