Observations; Saturday 26th September

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Nothing, nothing, then the washing machine spinning away downstairs.

The dog at my feet (middle toe poking through left sock) sleeping off an excited visit to the park.

Black coffee in a small black cup.

A mobile telephone, battery at sixty seven percent.

A neglected (ignored) Linguistics textbook sitting on the table in front of me.

Worker’s from the butcher shop, standing in the courtyard smoking cigarettes and discussing the chance of rain.

And a sky that will prove all three of them wrong.

Belligerent manifesto

I look at you and the responding gaze is vacant
Sit doggy, sit, while I piss, fetch and return
On Monday I will do the same
Go see Daddy
Daddy needs to shave, Daddy needs to tie his tie tighter
Everyday Daddy listens and Daddy does
Daddy watches and Daddy follows the orders
From the man who sits behind the curtain
And pulls pulls pulls
On those strings strings strings
Like so many ties in noose knots around our necks

I run through the street a hell’s angel prodigal son
Welcomed back to the church of the divinity each morning
With open arms
And open legs and open doors
Open opinions but closed minds
Behind closed doors where loans are drawn up
Written out and wiped across the mouths of the ones
That ate well tonight
And defecate on the ones that will starve tomorrow

War is not hell
The false profit of everyday existence
The everyday is hell
Deprive those in the shadowed lands and offer them a curtained glimpse into our world
Drag them here if they are lucky
But blame them if it all goes wrong
It’s not how we like it
There are too many of you, and we are afraid
We hug at the prison like a womb and raise a wail when the tube is taken away

Life given
Life taken
Nothing shared

Confessions 1.1

Forgive me Father for I have sinned

We had been out together three times

Once to the movies

Once to her favourite sushi restaurant

And on Sunday we spent the day at the beach

Last night on the phone we both agreed that things were going good

She told me that she would like to see more of me

I told her that I had already seen plenty of her from the bushes outside her bathroom window

I may have hurt her feelings when I said that I found the birthmark on her left hip a real turn off

Two days of protest.

Last week the farmers protested about the falling prices of meat and dairy,
they claim that they are struggling to make a living.

Yesterday the tobacconists protested about the rising price of cigarettes,
they say that some smokers will give up the habit.

With farm-reared meat and dairy more affordable,
and less people smoking.

The politicians will have plenty of people to eat.