Already THREE days – and in a row, and still
the headache grows; did not prepare gentle
lentils, ate anything – peanuts and raisons, two
minute noodles and soup with the net result –
combined with temperature escalation – a mind
as empty, dark and lonely as lost spaceships
in video games
Useless trying to escape by ‘net’ surfing, or
wishing a swimming pool next to my desk as
I did when I was nine in a red hot fibreglass
classroom; still remember punishment when I
failed to spell fire-brigade correctly, didn’t help
showing my teacher it was copied wrongly in
my notebook
Daydreaming about an office swimming pool
won’t help today, drinking tea and coffee is to
blame, wearing imitation stones in my ears –
at least I’m symbolising beautiful thoughts – a
lunchtime visit to the Chinese led to my adding
shiny glass to symbolism I love so much…
29 August 2013
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