We Can But Marvel

The Right Honourable Reverend is a benevolent
autocratic king reigning over subjects grateful for
his advice, wise counsel, charity work & inspiring
sermons on religious doctrines from great books
about being godly; his consort, The Queen, is a
intelligent, long-suffering office worker by day

After work she becomes an entrepreneur for their
monarchy and friends with all the mothers in her
kingdom - her revered counsel sought & adored;
their Castle is a refuge for any wandering family,
visiting monarchs and friends - what a lovely, but
taxing & exhausting existence! Since esteemed

social graces of The Aristocracy are required to
live such a full life, we can but marvel at the joy
and success of our local Reverend…

[Thursday 25 April 2019]

Serving The Con Men [Rev]

It used to sound right: the mind’s a Cathedral,
the silence in my mind with just a monologue
delivered in different voices, only one speaker
changing tone and mien – made it seem true

Then someone said the body’s not a holy relic
to be preserved, but a fun-fair ride on a merry-
go-round, fun to be enjoyed, it won’t last long,
even if held sacred and revered; so then this

Sounds so much more logical, though having
hosted a cathedral-mind with doom & gloom,
striving for unattainable improvement leading
to despair, I wish to join the Vaudeville of Life

The preternatural silence in a cathedral-mind
is deadly; fatal judgment and rejection of one-
self, distrust of the life-impulse and the need
for happiness – I no longer subscribe to the

Creed that life is misery, a long walk back to
some perfect beginning in a high moral state
of goodness; today I believe the only goal of
life is to LIVE and ENJOY, not to hide from it

Being a ghastly human’s depicted as a grave
sin by Religion & committing momentous sins
illustrate their point, judging people unlovable,
rejecting humanity as sinful vermin; religion is

A front for taking power & money from their
duped subjects - atoning for the temerity of
their existence - defiling the earth with their
sinful presence; a con-game for those who

Use this ruse to subject their fellow human
beings and live a life of ease on the backs
of superstitious masses who accept false
teaching for a promise of redemption and

Joy upon death, after serving the Con Men

[Wednesday 24 April 2019]

No Beginning [Revised]

Everything must have a beginning - I’m so sure of it,
its causality’s first rule: the Genesis leading to a first
step. But I can’t find today’s beginning or the project
on my desk - their starting points are clearly missing

I’m typing but it’s a mess because I’m unconnected,
and unhinged; it’s standalone, meaningless activity
because I can’t find any logical precedence, & thus
I remain bereft, cut-off from everyone & everything

Although I try to read & type it feels as if nothing is
happening & it doesn’t matter what I do, there’s no
feeling, reality is gone in this mirage - this chimera,
I’m unable to register anything beyond this terrible

Pressure in my head: there is no prelude - just this
emptiness: my husband spoke, colleagues related
anecdotes, I remember seeing dogs being naughty
and planes with pirate parts falling from the sky. It

rained when I woke - I recall a report with numbers
listed obtained by surveillance - I wonder where all
meaning went as I can’t recall a single, meaningful
item - it is all drained, reality is filtered away - only

Calm, quiet and silence reigns, jumping in before
establishing a starting point must have led to this…

[Tuesday 23 April 2019]

My Slothful Life [Rev]

Can I give an account of my slothful life? It has the
Madame La Pompadour staying home because her
teeth are falling out, bus driver Maverick speeding
away from a running me - too late at 2:35 to catch

A quarter to 3 bus - all air-con’s set on HOT so my
fan works overtime - we will evaluate tenders from
providers who’ll never get a job with a government
demanding absurdly inflated bribes for every task

On Air Crash Investigation - 6 pilots suiciding, and
taking non-consenting passengers with them. Aha -
here I breathe out: a guru’s claim every death’s
a consented suicide, only people subconsciously

agreeing will have been on those planes, all those
wanting to live will have cancelled, or got delayed -
if you believe in free will, the guru said, you must
have free will EVERYWHERE - or NONE at all

If we all consent to life’s events & afterwards even,
it gives me courage to go on and I’ll not debate this,
just enjoy the freedom in my heart - freed the pain
of being bound, I feel so happy being here -

In my office at this time…

[Wednesday 10 April 2019]

Laughing Spitefully [Rev]

Those office fools have gone and done it - firstly
the chillers worked too well, we froze, & officials
complained, but did the Air-Con Gods heed cries
for rationality? Not at all. They got bored with the
crowds clamouring for sanity, turned up the heat
by a full six degrees - that is from 20 to 26℃, &

Laughing spitefully, watched humanity suffering
in the heat, switching on fans & removing winter
attire. Thus we debated if we could destroy the
Air-Con Gods, take over controls ourselves and
turn them back to NORMAL, then we could live
a happy life - why must we dwell in Hell like this

Why did idiots decree There Shall Be Only One
Temperature for a building where heat changes
all over and the latitude & longitude determines
any play-out between heat & cold; let us slay all
swarthy Air-Con Gods - and be forever freed of
their evil designs!

[Wednesday 10 April 2019]

Banishing Ennui (Storytelling Loups)

Red Riding Hood watching the rain doing a drizzling
ballet to thunder-rolling outside and pulling her grey
Rain Queen kaross o’er freezing knees – warm in a
red top as a character in a ‘conte de fée’ while a shy
Queen’s dancing more rain with shining bangles

The Queen delights in songs proclaiming her fame
in a dry land of golden sunsets with purple clouds
where people pray for rain to survive and right now
Petit Chaperon Rouge’s listening to stories told by
colleagues, scattering thoughts once confined to

A text on exporting crocodiles which should have
filled my universe - these office-wolves destroying
what little willpower I had for working on important
words; the incessant flow is banishing th’ requisite
ennui that helps a mind to concentrate: it’s good

These story-telling Loups devour the conscientious
mood of Petit Chaperon Rouge - leading her astray
to flower-picking in a dell where fairies dwell…

[kaross: a blanket made of animal skins]

Wednesday 10 April 2019

Story-Telling Loups

Red Riding Hood sitting at her desk with sleeting rain
a slow ballet outside, thunder rolling, pulling my grey
Rain Queen kaross over freezing knees, my bright red
top a childish delight in a “conte de fée” where the shy
Queen’s rattling shining silver bangles under the grey

kaross of rain - softly laughing while listening to songs
of joy in a land of golden sunsets & purple clouds where
people pray for rain to save their lives, listening to stories
as colleagues exclaim, a strong force scattering thoughts:
a text on crocodile skins filling my universe as my work

For today with wolves in the office swallowing Red Riding
Hood’s time, their cheery chirpiness banishing crocodile
boredom as Petit Chaperon Rouge delights in the story-
telling Loups…

[Kaross: in South Africa, a blanket
made of animal skins]

[Friday, 5 April 2019]