is a prose poem, sort of. Based on "Povel" by Geraldine Kim)
dirty cutlery in the sink. it isn’t mine.
take it out
to put my water dispenser in the sink and fill it from a machine worth 4k.
don’t tell anyone else in the house the machine is worth 4k.
have a new love.
drink a ginger tea. there is homework to do, food to
, a bicycle to
to get there.
. there is a war somewhere and a man who looks like an
going to kill us all. my laptop has
on for months now.
expect the battery is being ruined. my new love
have homework to do,
say. at least
only have 1 love at the moment. my life if extraordinary but mundane.
guys comes back and puts lots of
chicken in a large pan and puts it on the cooker. word corrects all my
am spelling and
badly. imagine that.
trim my beard as
starting to look
. not a good look. and he’s dead. in the week
saw the exorcist. on stage.
bowls was in it, a proper
said my love, who is an actor. she should know then.
in his delivery, we knew, me and
upload another poem blog to
expect it will get 6 views. worth it! sort of. probably should go buy some food. or
or do homework. or write a poem. or
a poem to my love.
routine bites hard. as
make a coffee once
don’t want it but my addiction does.
have to force some breakfast down after.
radio is quiet with the dial locked to
extra. how boring. repeats of the goons.
. oh how tedious. there is homework to do. and reading. it won’t get done to the goons.
emotions won’t grow. in a tiny room. stuffed up against the screen. on a cramped chair. no view but there is the sound of aeroplanes taking off. it’s time to exercise and expand the muscles. or keep the heart going. lest
pop the clogs. maybe less coffee and more eating would help. or nuts.
eye the packet of mixed nuts. maybe another cuppa.
perhaps the heating will
soon. still, who is alone with a
and a packet of mixed nuts. and a copy of
’s let me sleep beside you. and a water machine worth 4k. at the
I wake at
has stopped. all work stops but for my word document. lucky and unlucky. letting down my customer but getting homework done. my 24 inch monitor as a dead browser window and a live word window. frustrated. soon
need to go get my son and entertain him for the day.
sip at my coffee and gaze at the dead internet. my love is living in
. probably just
, homework, son, my love, repeat.
try to think of wonderful things. all non-starters
guess. an ex-lover sends me a video on
she thinks is amusing.
whatever. rolls my eyes. must get some breakfast down me and go meet my son.
internet: dead as a dodo.
working on is confusing me.
itwas never supposed
to be this hard. my degree is confusing
was never supposed
to be this hard.
have a poem my
in front of me. ye ken?
should have been
already have the lingo, two words. or
know at least two words there. my lover speaks
like a local. she’s got more brains than me. but our bond is not mundane.
even know dirty words in dutch. if we weren’t destroying the planet and all life modern times would be great.
fucking insanity. we fight backwards and forwards like nutters.
those words come out of my mouth. crazy words. there is a pigeon near us, son goes on and on about it. at bank looking at the tube map, all exciting names, all boring places, all the same, nowhere is different, same bricks, houses, shops, streets,