March 2019

my rattlesnake;ย 

changing skin,

waiting for an update;

Windows bleeding,

while you laid there;

legs

spreading,

twins in action;

a simili; polymorphic,

and fatalistically

disgusting

dreaming of new

reading is more than
mapping glyphs into characters,
characters into words,
words into sentences,
sentences into paragraphs,
paragraphs into […]

reading is about
.finding
..designing
…building
….embracing
…parting
..destroying
.dreaming once more
of new

Note to self: You tend to get quite drawn into your studies. The assignment provided enough reference material for you to write the essay without having to go and buy ‘Netsuke: 100 miniature masterpieces from Japan’ that you saw referenced in one of the sources. You did something similar for The Dalai Lama assignment, finding a quote that you really needed to check as a matter of precaution [yet another purchase]. Slightly obsessive IMHO… Or should I praise you for your efforts and determination? One day when you read this note you can make your up your own mind :I

You would never find me; cup in hand,

Begging on a corner near your home,

You would find me two streets down,

Behind the wreck of an old car,

Beneath layers of old boxes,

The smiley face of Amazon; reminding you,

I once were; someone

Every bottle of wine comes with one serving of poetry. That is free poetry folks!

– that weird looking face in the mirror

before the kiss / thereafter / ,

Before the kiss

my lips desire

softening

,

Let us share

this Jeroboam

burgundy red

,

No matter; briefly

as honey flows

inadequately

,

My kiss upon

thy lips

thereafter

,

a memory

a longing

innocently wandering; below

lucky! I count myself

The yellow bag at the back of the cupboard,

I find by chance; lucky I count myself,

Opened with mindsets of saving; for posterity,

Not long before that promise; broken was,

Empty, the bag; full a stomach of mine,

Emm Ann Emm, of peanuts born,

A savoury treat; chocolate covered,

A feast!

Note to self: well done! You managed to spend 41 hours of your life on a piece of sh1t writing which has no real meaning apart from keeping the educational system happy. 1502 words about what? AND YOU THINK YOU WILL EVER BE ABLE TO WRITE A BOOK? Your pace was 0.61 words per minute!! Next time, less planning and more writing, Okay?

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