We are all just people who are trying to get-on, to get-by, to find an answer.
Camerado, I give you my hand!
I give you my love more precious than money,
I give you myself before preaching or law;
Will you give me yourself? will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?
Not the Tibetan kind (single ‘l’), rather the South American variety.
Those who spit.
If you cut away the edges; If you Plane The roughness, Eventually, You are left With something That everyone Will Accept.
Now, here is the question.
How many of us are happy?
People are good.
People are beautiful.
This to me is a fundamental of humanity.
How do you
Here is the guide: Take spinach, perhaps fifty or a hundred leaves, Wilt in the microwave For a minute or so. Glass bowl, Pyrex. And with this, In a pot, Prepare the roux. Yes, flour and butter and pre-warmed milk, Nice and creamy; Perhaps, some crushed pepper and A spoonfulContinue reading “It is a spinach shakshuka”
in old, broken bed; there is a tired man. Fearful. Sticky glue-eye sagging; wrinkled skin w/ faded bruises and scratches, glossy puckers. The human response to uncertainty is mysterious.
Sure, there is mind-wandering, but real, purposeful thought can be controlled.
I support Celtic
The streets Are scattered With Lost And forgotten Bits and bobs. Here An old woman’s Winter hat, There, a bone china jug. It is early in the year And the Trees Are still bare. The dead Squirrel Has been removed And the cars glide Unerringly towards Town. Cigarette packets, Old milkContinue reading “In the moment, walk into town.”
I suspect what would render is a generic me.
Aspirin rather and Anadin.
Lacking colour, texture and detail.
your being-ness will
In your place
Life is, in its very nature, perverse.
‘As we all die eventually, there is nothing to lose – everything is already lost, so, there is no value in worrying about the future’