I said I’m writing my blog not I think that you’re God

I said what is for dinner, not I think you’re a sinner.

I said do you know any new words, not I think  love’s absurd.

I said try my new bakes, not dive into the lake

I said Donald is mad, not I are you my dad?

I said my heart is so strong, not the charts are all wrong.

I said do you like my new briefs, not you are the chief.

I said is God the answer, not you are a good dancer

I said I’m tired of these puzzles not keep your dog muzzled

It’s hard to communicate apparently most of us live lives of complete fiction or almost complete fiction in other words we invent the people we love and then we get a terrible shock when they don’t behave according to our frictional point of view

So is love unreal?

How do you feel?

How do you act when your suitcase is packed?

I stare at your face as if you are today’s puzzle of numbers.

I can’t read the signs so easily

I know the answers are all there but how to perceive them?

And what if my gaze becomes a glare and I hurt you?

Surely that intense  stare is not the way to learn the face of the beloved

How to soften the eyes so they caress rather than sting?

On the train everyone is bowed over their newspaper or on their screen

They’re all trying to solve puzzles but who can solve the puzzle of human existence?

Who can give us a meaning for our lives?

Sometimes the gazelof another can be enlightening.

But we can’t stare into the faces on the other commuters so we stare at our puzzles instead hoping to learn something useful more than just to find out which numbers are missing.

Children do stare, when do they stop doing that?

Like when I walked into the living room with the Guardian and said to my mother in front of the visitors

What’s rape?

She never did tell me but after that we got the Times instead which seemed rather peculiar in our working class Street but who knows what the motives were?

The front page used to be full of ada.

Flats or rooms to rent

Sometimes holiday accommodation

It engrossed me