So I said wouldn’t you have thought they would of known?
She said I know.
I said, well it’s just not good enough!
She said I know.
I know you know I said, but I’ve said I’ve said one too many times already!
She said she hadn’t noticed until I mentioned it.
But then, she said, thinking about it she said, I didn’t like to say but that she was glad that I had said so… in the end.
So that made us really laugh, and then we both said, ‘speak to you soonly’ at exactly the same time!
We just wet ourselves laughing!
I think we told just about everybody about it! Anyway, I had the dinner in the oven, and she said her son had just popped in to say hello, so we had to say goodbye…. yep, bye, oh ok, oh no! Really? Never-mind, yep, bye-bye then, yeah, ok…by then!
He said, “Wait a minute!” I’m not waiting in that sitting room, I’ll be over there, sitting in the waiting room — I can take the weight off my feet!”
While sitting in the waiting room, the waiters were busy waiting to set the table; as so he didn’t have to wait (because that’s what waiters are supposed to do!).
Then, they could wait on him.
The weight on him was something else! The waiters had noticed that while they waited for him to choose where he wanted to sit!
Eventually, his table was ready, but only after waiting for everybody else to finish and leave where they were sitting; typical, because that’s only where he wanted to sit!
Eventually, after an excruciatingly long decision on what he wanted to eat, whatever he happened to choose was off the menu. Three unwanted, overcooked meals followed, and with every excruciating wait the waiters arrived decidedly — very much late.
Before the bill, everyone fell ill, and in the end, all that waiting killed them (quite literally) in just one sitting. Much, much later they were carried off the establishment; in bags… none the less, only for the ambulances that carried them away to breakdown — in impassable traffic… what rotten luck!
Late summer bugs
Lazily in ale
Under chilled verticals
Daggers of British rain
Flooding them magnetic
With microscopic futures
Billions of batches
To impossibly dense
Wolds of forestation
Of extraordinary family trees
Slowed to pause
Some days, I’ve inhaled boulders,
Expelled sand-dunes at every breath,
Created desserts full of anagrams,
Formed beaches; of enormous breadth.
The intensity of wake turbulence
The sucking energy of undertow
In the midst
Of trembling heat-haze
Between ever-decreasing circles
An echo followed
By a future muted echo
And delay is breeding its alarm
Engulfed and entwined
Contained and compressed
In webs of self-inflicted time
By manmade life
Deep in the night
You’re living your life lonely
Strung out before the dawn
Standing in the lounge
Many shades of night
Exhausted by being awake
More awake than ever necessary
Overcome by the nocturnal
But sleep is somewhere
Temporarily in common with
Please read this now!
It’s irrelevant; void,
As of now; by the end of today.
In the t’s and c’s;
Near the end; in invisible print…
Can you see?
It should say!
I notice that you’re a dreamer
That you continue to stand there,
With Sir Polar Bear;
Engulfed in its colossal shadow,
And I can see that you know,
That I know
That you know this too.
It seems you can be forever surrounded,
By an endless sea of molten metals
Your mysterious lands;
Decomposing with rust;
Endlessly being anchored –
By your hidden flamboyance
Always to be taken –
By complex science
To a certain past
And a future lost.