Someone was waiting to meet you.
You met them but didn’t get on.
Your heart was broken quite quickly,
by a girl of whom you’d grown fond.
An exciting sub-plot was ventured,
but this someone was waiting once more.
You’d grown so much as a person,
you forgot what you’d disliked them for.
And perhaps dénouement was coming,
the climax a sweet memory,
but plenty more time together,
in a house by a lake and a tree.
The End
“Clansmen, my brothers: We can build something here, on this sacred land. make dwellings on this ground and reclaim this ancient isle as it’s true owners!”
“We could, but you’ve sold all the bricks!”
They were each given a suckable lozenge as recompense.
“Suck it up!”
Cover your walls with little white tiles that allow you to clean them with bleach.
—
I think mess can be good. As children we played, and made mudcakes and groped about,
to the reproach of the grown-up responsible people who generally think all things out.
“This love affair’s likely to end in mess - one of us is sure to get hurt.”
So we took off our clothes to keep them from
the blood and the cum and the dirt.
fitting perfectly and splitting into a thousand splinters in all directions like light through a prism. The splinters shook the walls, knocked dust from ledges, and finally penetrated the wallpaper and plaster and floorboards until the room was nothing more than a filigree lattice open to the sky. Baring naked the timber frames, monumentally carved into a tendril canopy of vines branches leaves roots. Back to the forest.
What a room this was. Not covered and convoluted but set free to move with the wind and drink up the rain. A womb of still motion. An auditorium for the stars.
…in the sea and I floated and the wind took me somewhere, I didn’t know where, but I felt its power motivating me across a great distance. This great ocean. And I felt that the ocean was existence, and that I was floating on top of it, and I looked down when the sun shone a radiance that opened up the crystal depths to me, and showed the life and drama and colour and movement of this world like a spotlight.
And I imagined the places that maybe I’d reach were I heading in this way or that. Glorious beaches on deserted islands, or cosmopolitan far-off cities, or arrive at the shore of the Easter Isle and be greeted with sombre stone faces.
regarding a worm in an apple
“the girl didn’t protest for she’d heard said in jest,
to ingest half a worm is quite bad,
so if a bite of an apple one has one should hope,
all the worm’s in the piece one still had”
another fish inspired thing… unfinished
Lenny the Sturgeon was a medical Surgeon
who worked with the greatest of skill,
though his feet on the ground, as it were;
after hours he would knock back some beers with the krill.
and each patient he lost was test’ment against
those folks who would often maintain,
that it’s fine to eat fish
of the sea for you see they simply do not feel pain.
Pepper can hear little other than the sound of his own heart as he swims deeper. Deeper, down towards the ghostly shadow of the ancient vessel. His excitement enhances his awareness of the world, and as he descends he can feel the subtle gesturing of eddies within the water, and an almost imperceptible change in temperature.
A rent in its long-rusted side offers Pepper access to the ships bowels. The darkness inside casts a silent reverence on Pepper, like that of a mourner at a graveyard. Pepper shivers. Before entering, Pepper pauses to fortify his courage - there was no telling what he may find within… For an instant Pepper considers leaving. Respecting the sanctity of this underwater tomb.
“No.” He whispers to the darkness, fixing his will on the task. “I must be brave.”
Pepper slowly enters the ship. For the moment it takes his eyes to adjust, he dumbly blinks into the darkness. Then he starts at the contents; a cloud of debris languidly floats throughout the room but, more importantly, in the centre there lies a large chest. A chest! Pepper almost laughs out loud at the cliché, yet he is eager to check the contents. In reaching the chest he would’ve hardly noticed passing the sad artefacts of a last doomed voyage but, strangely, there are none.
The lid of the chest is lifted easily, and Pepper lets out an involuntary sigh of pleasure at the sight.
“Gold.” His lips mouth the words without sound.
His brain is an explosion of thoughts. The chest had revealed its vividly painted plastic inset like a proud fisherman displays his trawl, the yellow/orange reflects in Peppers eyes. With a sudden flurry of excitement, Pepper the Goldfish exits the sunken ship…
Peppers mind is racing as he slips out of the model sunken ship. All that money! Where could he begin to think of how to spend it? Fantasies are coming thick and fast, and it takes much effort to settle his mind enough to concentrate on just one at a time. His eyes are glazed as he considers the possibilities;
“I could buy that record player and those few jazz LPs I’ve had my eye on.” He volunteers to himself cautiously. Then he has a new thought; Imagine his friends’ amazement, admiration and envy at him pulling up in a brand-new Bentley, with that Cardinal from Jeff’s Exotic Fish seated beside him… but how would he afford it? Pepper has no idea… His thoughts become sombre and he swims dejectedly through some Anubias and down towards an interesting sunken ship he’s just noticed. As he headed towards it his heart begins racing with excitement…