I
I heard a small sad sound,
And stood awhile among the tombs around:
“Wherefore, old friends,” said I, “are you distrest,
Now, screened from life’s unrest?”
II
—”O not at being here;
But that our future second death is near;
When, with the living, memory of us numbs,
And blank oblivion comes!
III
“These, our sped ancestry,
Lie here embraced by deeper death than we;
Nor shape [...]
“Do not wish me a merry christmas for I do not celebrate it. I celebrate my birthday, in a little place in my head where I go when I want to be alone. Sometimes it is empty, empty green meadows, sometimes it is empty rooms, empty rooms with friends I like to see, [...]
I met Mr Moon at half-past four
While out on my little walk
He said “Hello, how do you do
would you stop to talk?”
I asked him how it came to be
that he was up early for tea
“How on earth could i refuse?” said he
Brother Sun so warmly invited me.
~b. nov 2003
written while waiting for the train at [...]
b, he died. drowned in the sea the papers said.
I wonder if there were fishes I wonder
if he saw any pretty ones whether he struggled
whether he smiled or realised or tried
b, I was there once, in this same magical world, full
of colours and waves, full of lovely things and happiness.
sure I did not understand it [...]
…
The words hung in the evening air for the briefest of moments, then mixed themselves into the folds of overlapping waves and smudged themselves out behind the muted hum of distant bum boats. Having been etched into a spirit as everlasting and ephemeral as the river and the night, the words, the little black characters [...]
in these words, these tiny black characters, in our minds
in the depths of our dreams, we create our world, our kingdom,
where in the eternity of night and dreams they shall last forever.
these fantasy worlds, floating in our dreams and yet rooted
in reality. like the gentle strumming of the guitar in the night,
like how the sun [...]
oh the follies of life, how it sucks
says the gentlemen whose life
is stuck in a rut
oh how far dinner has flown
like the moon that comes
and again goes away
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Commentary: Do you understand it? Perhaps I do not either. Nevertheless,
how oft they say that one can drink
oneself drunk, drunk as a lark
happy as the sun.
a little glass of nectar a little drop
of rum, chills your cerebellum
and smoothens the bumps.
cheers my darling cheers my
sweetie, i love your smile
and fabulous titties.
how oft they say in life a drink
in death a wink, but never
never a shrink.
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Commentary: I [...]
I want to have my mass 57kg or below,
so that my BMI will be less than 20.
I want to marry and divorce,
so that I will know the pain of heartbreak.
I want to believe in something,
so that I can trust that life will go on without me.
I want to fall from the heavens,
so that I can [...]