Bits and Pieces
I have lots of little bits and pieces floating around. Not quite good enough, or not quite enough substance, for a whole post. But they’re interesting, and they’re clogging up my archives, and I want to stop tripping over them every time I go through my stuff to choose what to post, so here you go.
Today I suffer
From reverse Midas touch
Where everything my skin so much as grazes
Turns to shit.
I’m not giving out hugs today.
I have four little plants in my window box
They are growing
Happy and young and turgid
I do love me a turgid turgid plant.
Everything is a failure
Everything I touch
But every failure I touch is a little better than the last failure
A little less fail in each one
Charles Bukowski
What a nut
So why is it I understand
Everything he says
And everything he is…
The internet is down
And we have nothing to do
But work outside
Write
Cook
Watch movies
Pet the cats.
Oh please Mr Internet Man,
Come save us!
I think I will
Refract
And if I choose to do so
How many forms of me
Must I maintain?
I hurt.
I rage.
Everything is uncomfortable.
Everyone pisses me off.
I foam
I age
I stabbed something to death today
But when I try to remember what
All I see is red.
Sarah D. Silvey 