Pretty Face; PF: Where is the screwdriver?
Monkey Boy; MB: Do you want the cross or the straight?
PF: ....
MB: OK, show me what you want to use it for
PF: That thing wiggles ...
MB: Oh, that needs an Allen key
PF: Where is that, then?
MB: The Allen keys are kept in descending order of size in the little plastic box atop the tool kit, in the compartment to the left
PF: Where is the tool kit?
MB: In the garage, on the bottom shelf on the right, by the spare fabric softener
PF: OK, would you get the right size Allen key and fix this wobbly bit for me then?
MB: Deep sigh ...
Another day (not so far, far away)
MB: Where are the king size duvet covers?
PF: In the guest bedroom near the mirror
MB: I don't see a mirror in here ...?
PF: You should know I meant the window
MB: Deeper sigh ...
MB: Note to self - Venus must be a scrapyard, unlike the gleaming city blocks of Mars. And yet, why do Martians emigrate to Venus all the time?
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Yesterday
I saw her after so long
her teeth in braces like a teenager
highlights in her hair
she has accrued ear piercings
with dangling silverware
growth rings? perhaps
one for each (y)ear
that passed her by
the unexplained anxiety that
had shadowed me for
a couple of days,
a build up of mental murkiness,
dissolves in the warmth of her smile
we hold hands - instinctively
and give each other a shoulder
to lean on for half a moment
(that was meant to be a hug)
two people in their thirties
behaving like excited teenagers
for,
friendship is
a true elixir
you are only as old
to your friends
as the day you first met
a long walk later
the world is put right again
I tell her
I am proud of her
and proud to be her friend
Today
after an evening
spent exchanging anecdotes
and antics of children
as she waved good bye
for a moment there is sadness
but I am happy
that she has filled a certain
friend shaped hole again
in my greying soul
I send a little thoughton
in her direction
'fare ye well
and keep your head held high
for there be heroes
who know not who they are'
(but I know one of them)
Peace
I saw her after so long
her teeth in braces like a teenager
highlights in her hair
she has accrued ear piercings
with dangling silverware
growth rings? perhaps
one for each (y)ear
that passed her by
the unexplained anxiety that
had shadowed me for
a couple of days,
a build up of mental murkiness,
dissolves in the warmth of her smile
we hold hands - instinctively
and give each other a shoulder
to lean on for half a moment
(that was meant to be a hug)
two people in their thirties
behaving like excited teenagers
for,
friendship is
a true elixir
you are only as old
to your friends
as the day you first met
a long walk later
the world is put right again
I tell her
I am proud of her
and proud to be her friend
Today
after an evening
spent exchanging anecdotes
and antics of children
as she waved good bye
for a moment there is sadness
but I am happy
that she has filled a certain
friend shaped hole again
in my greying soul
I send a little thoughton
in her direction
'fare ye well
and keep your head held high
for there be heroes
who know not who they are'
(but I know one of them)
Peace
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
unresolved
pregnant pauses
thoughts teetering
on the edge of
unsaid whispers
missed chances or
narrow escapes perhaps
all a matter of perspective
what would have been
in a parallel unniverse
without her
or him
or her
perhaps freedom
or loneliness
or both
winding though the road we walk
many are those that we never tread
why then does the unbridled mind
trespass up on these uncharted paths?
thoughts teetering
on the edge of
unsaid whispers
memories in denial
missed chances or
narrow escapes perhaps
all a matter of perspective
what would have been
in a parallel unniverse
without her
or him
or her
perhaps freedom
or loneliness
or both
winding though the road we walk
many are those that we never tread
why then does the unbridled mind
trespass up on these uncharted paths?
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