Filed under: acromegaly, control, pain, regression, shame | Tags: centrifucal, conspiracies, cycle, doom, frustration, Narcissus, pain, procrastination, spy, torment, yellow
Round and round it swings
With centrifucal force,
The cycle of pain and self torment, the
Frustration of procrastination
Why not do it today?
Cant! Wont?
Loud the pound, Narcissus
Streaming round the brain,
Pumping full the eardrums
With the sound of sheer
Doom
Boom, it goes, again.
Forget the sun, what
You had won through
Ernest Toil.
The boil on your leg is the
Clumsy spy, whose
Yellow fuss gives away
Conspiracies beneath;
Self sabotage.
Filed under: acromegaly, cafe, eating, food, growth, pain, regression, strength, weather, willpower | Tags: bricklane, closing, coffee, guidance, Kipling, life, lost, money, neglect, regret
Sweeping round my feet, no ceremony.
Customer-centric ? What?-
Too close to closing time.
Anyway, this tables’s mine for now,
And on its pink lino I’ll rest
THis little black book,
And a tweed elbow
Like so many others, hordes, in fact,
Vintage with Youth.
I’m here now writing, instead
of Yoga or eating, to stop time
And take stock.
Of what? Of myself, of course-
Narcissism or self-awareness I can’t
Tell, self-indulgence, perhaps.
‘Soup of the Day was three pounds ten.
Why ten, what’s in it for them?!
Three pound is round.
Rhyming won’t get me anywhere.
One day I hope to be above all this.
Taller trees generally have deeper roots to
Counteract the blast of the wind.
Blast this music! Always the same
Here at Coffee@, NOISE,
Racket designed to be heard,
No need to listen.
Why have I come here
To get myself in tune – all this din.
Well, if I can’t tune here I can’t tune anywhere..
Thats it! Back to Kipling,
‘If you can keep your head when
All around are losing theirs
And blaming it on you..’
Yes. I’ll keep my wretched head and
Forget regret and neglect
The errors of a self
Lost, waiting for a way out
Not picking up Ariadnes’s
Guiding thread.
