A Quote

"Love means to commit oneself without guarantee, to give oneself completely in the hope that our love will produce love in the loved person. Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is of little love"

-Erich Fromm (1900-1980)

Informed

I would like to be informed, have a strong opinion.

I smashed a bottle of red wine over the tiles of the kitchen at 8am.
The smell was out of place, a spattering of discontent.

I shall leave the article until later, so that it doesn’t leave a bad taste in my mouth or confuse the flavours of home made muesli.
A lady should leave the table a little bit hungry.
Her eyes (should) and (do) become prodigal, staring at piles of stodge.

I would like to be informed, have a strong opinion. But as I reached paragraph three, I had to get up and leave the table.

A little bit hungry.

FREEZE

Pierce it!

Go on, pierce it. Break the skin.
With your beating splintered star, formed in a block of ice.

A shard, a whisker, a prickle, has nicked me.

Break the skin.

Don’t brush past.

Stop. Stab.

NOW

I want a response,

a reACTtion.

I will make a fool of myself to get one.

Don’t interrupt me

#1: We.

#2: If we.

#1: If. We.

#2: If we don’t know want we want.

#2: There!

#1: There?

#2: There we said it. But.

#1: It. Is. It is. It is a lie.

#2: A lie.

#1: A. lie. Full stop?

#2: No.

#1:No!?

#2: Comma, continue, dot, dot, dot.

#1: No.

#2: No?

#1: No!

#2: Yes and no. Continue, dot, dot, dot.

draft

There are some patterns forming and I wish I could be strong and strange like the roots of a tree, bumping into the concrete. I wonder whether it is like giving the footpath a massage.

Sometimes you can become too aware of everything that is wrong or out of alignment, all of a sudden you are ridden with discomfort, grisly muscles or sore nipples. It leads to a furrow of the brow.

I am not as nervous as I used to be, an exhibitionist these days.
Attention monger. I may as well carry around a stethoscope, to monitor how fast all your hearts beat around me, whether you perspire?

Have I told you that my spelling has got a lot better recently? Maybe it is because I am reading more, or maybe Microsoft word is flattering; like the lighting in my bathroom or a pair of baggy track suit pants.

This is a draft. This will never get sent. This is self indulgent.

"To Us"

Blood and beer bottles.
It is much thicker than you would think, but then there are those who take too much aspirin and their blood could pass for herbal tea.

But in this case it was thick and plentiful, rich in colour. Swirling in a mouth of malt and hops. Burping brings forth the taste again and again.
Grainy; against the teeth.

I feel I should shroud you in leather at a time like this, or fur…like a holy veil.
Extreme.
Encompassing.
You do look cold, perhaps it will help?

I’ll smash another one or should I pour you a glass first and then cut you with it? Have I poured for you before?
It is always the perfect glass, with just the right amount of head.