Faster than a speeding bullet
A lie; that I know anything
becomes a truth taken
For granted
I was chewing over this
As she heaved in
And heaved down
A mousy haired dangly
Earinged
Olive green sweatered
Brown and white
Chequered knee length
Trousered dirty walkin’
Booted woman
And when she dropped
Some french fries
On the crowded fast food
House floor her inviting mouth
Said “shit!”
With strength to startle
Diners chewing
Five tables away
And as we all collected
Light and life
Through cost effected molecules
Of optimised weight
And measured air
She caught me staring
Jesus Christ!
Another fucking nutter!
And as the flying saucer
Hambuger shape hovered
Forgotten in my hand
Unconsciously and
Regrettably I broke off
The endless stare
And neither of us smiled
We didn’t need to
Match each other
With this daily ritual
And I,
In that downtown diner
In a somewhere – nowhere
Sort of way,
Really liked her
So much that
She reminded me
Of you.
Somehow I missed this one, even though it’s right on top of the main page. This one reminds me of something that is probably completely unrelated to what you had in min!
Ermm try me. For all I know it might have been you that I was missing my hand to mouth cordination over. Stranger things have happened.
Unlikely :)
Since what I thought about from reading this was because of a personal experience recently. It created a certain mental picture in my mind about that.
I replied to your email btw, hope you have seen it.. I’m curious about who you are as you said we have common facebook friends and of course because the poems here are beautiful and something I can relate to
Not managed to go to fb I’m having an issue with connection to my account. Which is annoying cause I wanr ro check out you art work / writing. Grrrr computors!
Ok, no worries. I can add you if you email me your name. I returned to FB recently after closing down my previous account due to some bad experiences, so will be re-posting art and poetry that I’ve collected on it, and if I find some confidence, I’ll post my own work, too. For some reason I feel very embarrassed about posting my own stuff, especially the written work because it gets too emotional at times. I used to paint a lot and paint out photographs that I liked and then send them as cards; hope to get back to doing that soon, it’s extremely relaxing.
and Vincent Willem Van Gogh was a failure (in his day),
That is true. =) Hope your computer is okay now and not giving you too much grief!