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.. on the right.
16:19 Aug 27 2009
Times Read: 869

"Hello!" said Neil

to the Lady in

Green, just a few

moments, after

her picture he'd

seen, on the right.

Fudge
14:21 Aug 23 2009
Times Read: 883




And, with slow hedonistic

anticipation, I paused, I’d

paused as I took the piece

of fudge, from the white

paper bag, just big enough

for six squares, of the sweet

confectionary.



The question I asked next,

as I’d sat there, waiting for

my train was, ‘Is that piece

too big to put in my mouth

without biting into it, so it’s

hardly worth sucking upon.”



It had been but a fleeting

thought, that I hardly chose

to entertain.



So, with slow hedonistic

delight, I refused to bite:

and instead I began to suck

on that square of fudge.

Sunshine Goth’s
13:52 Aug 23 2009
Times Read: 884

Waiting on the bus, I watch

the sunshine Goths as they

pass by, on a sunny day.



There’s the couple across

From me, nearing the car

park: she’s okay, but he she

with her has that patronizing

air about them, that declares,

‘this world is beneath me.’



And, there’s the slim girl,

with freckles, long fair hair

and a maroon dress, pale

stick-thin legs, with sandals

on her feet; and, she’s holding

the hand of her beloved, or

so it would seem.



And then, there’s the one

who started this piece,

a small tatt on her upper

left bicep, blue-eyes

staring straight ahead,

wearing a white sleeveless

tee-shirt, dark hair tied

back in a pony-tail that

bobbed as she walked

toward me, pushing a pram,

a very tired look on her face.

a poetic sky
00:11 Aug 17 2009
Times Read: 910

tis a clear night as I write

and there be twinkling

yellow pinpricks, up in

the velvety cloth, that

is draped over my head.

.. third person bus travel musing.
23:54 Aug 16 2009
Times Read: 911

He sits there on the bus, with his legs crossed, knees drawn to his chest, calves resting on the seat in front of him, his lower spine resting on the cushioned seat beneath him. And though the seat is cushioned, there was a hard edge; and it was that which pressed hard on that particular muscle, just to the left of his spine. And, as the bus jerked he sat there impassively, as his back and groin were suffused with the sweetest of pleasurable pain.

.. on a balmy afternoon
13:10 Aug 04 2009
Times Read: 930

When I got back from my walk

on a balmy afternoon, the tea

wasn’t ready yet, so I took a

Garibaldi outside with me to

share with the birds.

So I ended up sitting on the

bench-seat, watching as the

Lady Blackbird ate, fluttering

its wings madly, as it flew back

to the tray on the birdhouse,

then again, as it tried to get

more than its head inside, as it

became apparent the Blackbird

liked Garibaldi biscuits.

And, as it was so damned hot,

I sat there awhile, with my hands

clasped in my lap, shirt undone;

and, I was about to leave, when

Milady came over with a piece of

biscuit in its beak and she’d tilted

her head one way, then the other

and then nodded to the birdhouse,

as if to say to me, ‘I like that and

you know I want more.’



And, as I ate my cheese ‘n onion

casserole, I looked to the out the

window as the musical chimes of

the ice-cream van outside sounded

I was reminded of the fellows at the

soup kitchen who smile at me when

I give the a choc-ice, saying “it’s not

winter you know,” as they’re used

to me doing so, every year.

So, I took my sweet with me, back to

the garden to eat, as I looked at the

lawn, thinking to myself, that the

garden looked as good as I wanted.



And, talking of memory, reminds me

that hearing the mention of the city

of Wolverhampton on the television

before I had gone out for my walk

brought to mind Beverly, a Love of

mind I’ll always think of with kind

thoughts; ‘coz for me, she was ‘the one.’

Those I like to call friend
16:27 Aug 02 2009
Times Read: 939

Oft times, the people

that we meet and

connect with, can

find the words to

articulate, what you

might think, or feel,

in a far more eloquent

fashion than you

yourself are able to.

And, when you read

their words, it’s almost

as though they have

read your mind; and,

that is the kind of person

I like to call ‘friend.’

you suppose
16:25 Aug 02 2009
Times Read: 940

you suppose

you're well?

job;

home;

two legs;

and there's

no lightning

or gorilla

with a gun

to threaten.



you're doing

well, uhuh!

.. I mused, upon reading her words.
00:40 Aug 01 2009
Times Read: 848

.. and, in a grey world, which dullards paint with electric lights, as they drink the In Vino Veritas .. till they're sick.. and, their essence spills out; as the thinkers sits; and the watchers them.



and yes, her words got me thinking.