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Tag: Home and Garden

September 2011

september snackfood

Pull the curtains and reveal that wow sky.

Thin cloud sculpts a convalescent moon:

wondrous shivering sad silver presence.

The clouds permit this harbour of  head space

Provoking basks to chill before dumb dawn.

Then watch through the fan window,

gaze past the submarine aerials and chimneys

and glimpse a fulsome face on Kerry’s mad coast.

Promenade across sad Bantry and stark Beara,

then southward to Baltimore and the big seas.

When bright dead and other sleepers cop this

they abandon calm: and bark wild with wonder.

Sick Bay

English: Hopak. Oil on linoleum. 174 × 210 cm....

Protozoans and zoans; krypton tripped on

A fat, docile cat.

Splat!

A commotion ensued:

fur, screech, ouch, run…

boxed in

in the garden

permanently dormant.

 

Cist! My arse

Tells a tale

Of

Punishment.

I am arrived at the mausoleum.

Linoleum cool marbled purple floor

Helpfully reflecting afternoon sun.

A resurrected garden through the door

Seems closer as shadow lengthens distance.

No matter; we continue our approach.

 

Outside is, as always, not what it seemed,

As usual old habits and patterns

Recur: lassitude and wreckfullness soon

Assume the crown: spongeful someday slatterns

Vying for positions of insignificance

Beneath a tree, by the spuds and garden fence.

 

 

 

 

 

I am what I am

Sloth

Thursday, 06 June 2013

1:06 PM

‘…a morning of many tempos – pleasant sunshine and a graceful arrival in the crowsnest, a contemplative shower; yet, the insistent repetition of the alarm clock was a portent. On arriving downstairs, I have to confront, singlehandedly, a defiant and barren hen about to ravish the spinach. Staged mayhem results in a cleaning frenzy of the clutter below and the retreat of Sloth in a Huff to her coop after having to do something…’

Popeye spent the rest of the morning ambulating on the zimmer between house and garden: stretching parchment legs, listening to Beethoven, smoking tabs, avoiding dogshit, avoiding humanshit, relaying coffee cups…result: relaxed exhaustion and sunny alienation in the atmosphere of poisoned, silent dispinachment…