And the virus spread across tumblrโs dashboards
Replacing naked poetry with unrated pornography
Bare truths became bare skin
Title-less posts now tit filled
July 2023
โUhm, did you know your avatar has suffered an oops, Slouch,โ the boy of infinite adventures informs me as he bounces through the cottage door. โI could fixify that with hugs you know!โ
โNot sure hugs will help this time, no matter how many hugs you have in store.โ I am washing up my only plate. Dinner a single parsnip but Iโll survive. โTumblr has decided my blog is either mature or explicit or both. Explicitly mature makes no sense, cuz Iโm neither.โ I see the boy of eleven ponder my statement as if there were millions of solutions to consider.
โHuh, Charlie could โฆ or Honcho would โฆ but I will investigatify! Cuz Tumblr have done too many oopses and have lots of not Jaysome bugs in their settings.โ
Before I can give a word of caution, Jay vanishes through the cottage door. I doubt he will find a solution.
Uprooting โ
Moving from A to B
Like a puzzle with too many pieces
I cannot C it
Completed
No box with a pretty picture
To point my guiding arrow
At a target imaginable
Afar
Uprooting โ
Finding a way
Through the haze and daze
Of idle passing days
In contemplation
Thoughtless waves pounds the shore
Gnawing at the last realm of time
And the soft sand
Disappearing.
One Song Sung by Choirs
I saw The Pogues in autumnal St Kilda
Slept on a hard floor while the scumbag dipped his wick
Got engaged in rural Templestow
Pretending we attended church,
While the Galway gal beyond the bay
Whispered songs of old New York
And of better times we soon forgot
Drinking ale of merriment โฆ
Naked feet and bums in moonlight
We found a unison rare as stardust
In the darkness of night and lightness of touch
We were one song sung by choirs,
I saw The Pogues in autumnal St Kilda
Got engaged in Templestow
Better times soon forgotten
In a country far far below.
A Life in Transition
a life in transition
new old โ old old โ old new
blooming You โ wilting me
glowing bulbs in empty rooms
secret stories stacked
echoes of life boxed
insatiable nights
inflatable scars
my stars are distant
unfolding days
in folding chairs
untold invisible scars
stationary โ sedentary
unmoving yet moving afar
a life in transition
back to barren soil
deserted dust
a new dawn awaits
as a vagrant life stops