Day: June 27, 2020
We call it anguish
It’s Saturday again.
Wonder if it’s real.
Waking up with no-one here.
Confused by ends of dream and memory.
Desires and fears;
Scanning the room for signs.
But of what?
I have no cat.
Put the kettle on.
Make a drink.
It is real
Sharpness bites the heart
We call it anguish
Like tigers fighting in a small space
Make heart larger
Breathe
Carry on
Please wash beforehand
I made this image from a photo using Artweaver
Please wash before playing cards
I didn’t know playing cards washed but I am happy to obey
Pleae be polite to other customers whether real or imaginary
I think only Godel can solve this one and he went mad
Please call a cab if you are drunk
Even if I am not going anywhere?
Don’t get overexcited about your new husband
I didn’t realise he was new.
To avoid being put in a mental hospital, do manual work every day
and always be polite even to politicians, hallucinations,mathemativians and anyone else hanging around
When you can sit down drinking tea all day and doing nothing
that is Nirvana
Sewing is good especially mending and replacing buttons
First, take off the buttons from your cardigan
Find a needle and some matching thread
I use easy thread needles as I am limited by visions
Once they go,I thread my needle and sew the button back where I took if from
Don’t do it too tight
But, not too loose either
If unhappy,repeat this over and over until bedtime
Knitting is good but wool is expensive
Try buying online but make sure which country you are in first
Get a friend to help you
No friends?
Try being polite and listening to others before you speak to them
Otherwise, go to Church and pray.
But miracles don’t happen every day
Are you too picky?
Are you too excited to realise most people have not heard of quantum cookery
As kingfishers catch fire by G M Hopkins
The only beauty
The shops look all the same to me.
plastic human models with no heads
are placed in the windows
showing us how we might look
if we bought the latest fashions.
People walk, by dropping paper and cans
some look at me,most don’t
I’m invisible now ,I’m a ghost.
I haunt my familiar spaces
the library green and the path by the pond
The phone shops tempt us with larg notices:
Only £39 per month for the best the latest,the new
maps and locations
faster access to email and photos
. Look here I am,another selfie.
The only beauty is a pigeon in the sun
and a black man with gentle,luminous eyes
smiling at me as he sweeps away the paper
tossed down by the blinded people
who jabber beside the coffee shop.
plastic human models with no heads
are placed in the windows
showing us how we might look
if we bought the latest fashions.
People walk, by dropping paper and cans
some look at me,most don’t
I’m invisible now ,I’m a ghost.
I haunt my familiar spaces
the library green and the path by the pond
The phone shops tempt us with larg notices:
Only £39 per month for the best the latest,the new
maps and locations
faster access to email and photos
. Look here I am,another selfie.
The only beauty is a pigeon in the sun
and a black man with gentle,luminous eyes
smiling at me as he sweeps away the paper
tossed down by the blinded people
who jabber beside the coffee shop.
Singing in the wind
I have heard grass singing in the wind.
I have walked through poppy fields in sun
I have suffered when dark rain descends
I have walked through poppy fields in sun
I have suffered when dark rain descends
I have watched trees’ shadows in the ponds
I have known the arctic wastes of pain
I have heard grass singing in the wind.
Another soul is writing with my hand
Yet I have wept while loaning him my pen
I have suffered when dark rain descends
I have known the edges of the mind
I ‘ve sensed hollow silence un-contained
. I have heard grass singing in the wind.
I have sorrowed people wh’re confined
I have watched the antics of bad men
I have suffered when dark rain descends
I have seen the storm by camera lens.
I have felt the solar system bend.
I have heard grass singing in the wind.
I have suffered when dark rain descend