Present Progressive Ends in Decay

Aug 22 2014

I’m telling you something you don’t want to hear.

Even worse. You’ve no idea what I’m talking about.

The first thing I notice when I come back.

Shutters at every window. Anything to stop you looking in.

Imagine my frustration. Am I expecting too much of you?

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As He Was Passing Through

Aug 21 2014

The joys of abandonment followed by fear. I can’t get back.


I should say so. You’d better atone.

Actually, I’ve got to confess.

I keep books by day but prowl at night.

A weekend layabout.

If I controlled the tides.

Can’t we have a bit of order here?

What’re we talking about?

String your beads of thought.

I went over another wisely.

That’s your job. I pick the daisies. You chain them.

You don’t expect me to do everything, do you?

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