I am humiliated by this decay, its dragged moments I can't avoid, it lessens me, I will slope away, to be cloaked in the duvet's void: There my limbs are less employed, as am I, in a short-lived suspense, over sleep-engineered springs, to a place of brief recompense; but with my being there I shrink, … Continue reading Value
This is a return to hell, sitting in a warehouse of soft-play constructions, and other people's kids, re-fueled by sweet drinks, and me, here, trapped, in seating which complained under my current weight, sofas impossible for a man to rise from with any style. Another dad, rather anxious, up among the ricochet of kids, in … Continue reading Warehouse Lad
Grandfather was of a slipped generation, with his Bakelite twirled-to radio stations....
I was not disturbed but soft-woken by her dusted frost blown in from England as I was slow-coached from behind her bare pane-press of chills waking to a cold face Risen to climate's change in New South Wales - it reduced my thin expectation of clothing E010219
Multiply subordinates, not your rivals, as Parkinson's Law stands, as it applies: Nothing to do with shuddered disease, more about huge bureaucracies: A law equally applied to the world's leaders, with their hidden desire for sinister pleasures. Putin has studied this arcane resolve, he's running America through Trump's arsehole.
The distance, my distance, on our late-traipse home, we split, slipped in time, stonewall of town's slope, to the bells' commands of Holy Cross Church: with books, our language, of moments mis-heard: This distance, my distance, you shall have to forgive, as long as such distances are not distances long-lived.
It will be another end to another slowing year - my tightening body under pain's besmear .../
'Twas the last Saturday before Christmas, and a panic ensued, a present for his mother, even though she's so rude; you dive into Smiths, lacking Xmas inspiration, you come out carrying others' foul perspiration. Instead buy a scarf, from the crap-gift store, but such selfless endeavour doesn't bring you rewards. You're home, empty-handed, so knock … Continue reading Last Minute