Camouflage In Cooler Colours

Mom pulled a trick on me,
made a beautiful chintzy
top with flowers in cerise
and purple tapering into
a soft lavender hue while
the fabric is shining with
small silver sparkles

Then she spoiled it all by
attaching a RED collar to
it; while I love an icy pink
mom adores red, though I
try to create monochrome
looks, mom loves a wild
confusion of colours

I draped an ice pink scarf
around my neck to cover
the offensive red collar, I
do not wish to offend and
will not say anything – but
the new blouse is just not
me, mom always puts her

Own stamp on things, she
dressed my sis and me in
red since we were small
and won’t ever get it that
I do not look good in red
as my flaming cheeks need
camouflage only found in

Cooler colours, zenith blue
and icy pink…

Whatever It Is [REVISION]

Air-con can’t combat fetid air’s hot slanting
afternoon sun, another burst sewage pipe,
its stink invading the stairwell & from there
the whole building, even escapist reading
of “Soul Music” does not help, mind blank,
using loud music as a screen against that
ubiquitous voice and a malodorous office -
we’ve just been ordered to read the draft
language policy but I can’t even manage
to concentrate on favourite authors

The ‘voice’ growing louder again is turning
into a symbol of all that is wrong - how can
one person have so much to say she talks
non-stop throughout the day; no fighting in
bureaucratic trenches for me anymore, this
upset might be caused by us cutting down
our trees yesterday, the tall fir, high palm &
oak dangerously shedding of its branches,
maybe it’s spiritual rebellion for necessary
removal of trees to make the house safe -

Whatever it is, I hope it ceases before I’m
found out as an incumbent who doesn’t fit
her post …

Flibbertigibbety [REVISED]

Mimi, soliloquising non-stop in an ongoing
monologue, is driving me into the arms of
singers like the late Bill Flynn who jests by
singing senseless rhymes to arias of great
opera, and also Dean Martin’s decadence
in - “When the moon hits your eye”

And Heino making me envious belting out
his joy at being alive and free in traditional
song “Lustig ist das Zigeunerleben”; - with
volume lowered a tad her voluble voice is
let in - getting louder in anger - yet voices
of her interlocutors are never heard

Continuous noise in rising and falling calls
for “Lippen Schweigen,'s flüstern Geigen
Hab mich lieb!”- to regain my composure
and my love for the world, also sending a
telepathic message to shut her lips; if only
she could feel red-hot searing pain which

Unstoppable flibbertigibbety causes me …

Cheated Without Mystery [REVISED]

For my Pension status update I ran down
to the downstairs Fund, and sprinted back
faster than lightning - their office so hot I
near fried in overpowering, nose-curdling
disinfectant smells like Auschwitz

Where, after being disinfected, all prisoners
were gassed - Annette explains calling was
a wiser ploy - gave me their elusive number
and at 8 am on the dot I rang, Diseko - her
name sings - answers, waiting patiently

As I fumble for my pension number, taking
my email address, tho’ I didn't ask her read
it back so some tension was left, and since
I feel cheated without mystery, I leave it an
opening for misunderstanding

Might need call again; why life needs such
intrigue I cannot say - but it does - and so
here goes, waiting to see how Diseko will
comply with my request; oops, opening
my email – whoop de doo - here it is!

Splits Again And Again

The universe split again, felt it going plop as
the pastor and his church veered off down a
different line, one where civilisation’s whole is
destroyed at Armageddon by a jealous God 
guarded by his followers zealously, and they

Wield weapons against everybody not of the
fold, blow everyone out of existence, explode
nuclear bombs ridding their world of nations
other since they cannot control them, smiting
whole-of-earth self-righteously until only their

Small kernel’s left with no murderers - except
of course those who killed in righteousness,
no rapists - this kind of religious sin happens
in private, kept secret by everyone, don’t ask,
only those who query are held guilty;

No abortions, an even deeper secret: thus a
new world comes into being, worse than the
Orwellian 1984; religious sects live devoted
lives like whitewashed tombs - from there
the universe splits - again and again …

Who Cares? [REV.]

From bad to worse - I’ve now draped my work
station with scarves; given any three I cannot
help myself!  Documents covered tidily, piled
boxes blocking slanted sunlight draped neat
in pristine white, June declares it looks like
a bridal shower, as such the new pink scarf

Looks great, the purple’s spiritual aura still
out of sorts seeking the right place to display
while I suffer post-holiday blues - yawning –
eating chocolates, drinking black coffee and
growing in confusion, feelings of sleepiness
increasing, still more black coffee until

Heartburn ends the process, tried to suppress
terrible yawns which irritate my long-suffering
colleagues; masked as a look-alike handyman
in blue T-shirt & jeans, seeking relief in magic
whole-wheat rusks, thinking of fixing my hair
before leaving - tho’ fatigue says:

Who cares?

[2 June 2014]

Choose To be Free [REV.]

Sceptics can debunk any idea because
EVERYTHING is TRUE, every assertion
and all its opposites are simultaneously
true equally - only belief provides proof

Thus previous assumptions determine
what we will accept; it’s liberating truth
forever setting me doubt-free, refutation
of everything ever believed or assumed

Predilections, personal tastes are what
we make truth in life; personality and a
uniqueness in character resonate with
what being means; megalomaniacs if 

Preferring to die for convictions - or just
to be happy; since everything is true it’s
our choice which truth to implement; I’m
happy and free, nobody fools me again

Since I know our lives are determined by
personal choice and its conditions, limits
and horizons, so now it makes sense why
childhood suffocates: ancestors’ beliefs

Are forced upon us; it’s wonderful to watch
people opposed in belief interacting, those
most vociferous usually triumph - while I
know only our inner disposition convinces

It’s cool to escape scientific & theological
snares, never to be limited again or forced
role plays required for another’s power or
ever need to win arguments; it’s amazing

Watching others struggle within man-made
manacles they chose for themselves; but I
am happy to know they, at any time, can
choose to be free…