Inside
every
old man
is a
young man
trying
to work
out where
the hell
he is.
Author: nomdeplume707
We’re all individuals
Cabbage White
butterflies
seem boring
to me. All
exactly
the same in
their looks and
behaviour.
But I guess
they don’t seem
like that to
each other.
3 am
Monsters in
the cupboard?
Or monsters
under the
bed? No, the
monsters in
my body
set off the
night fears now.
Nurture
It takes a
village to
produce an
idiot
like Mister
Donald Trump
Great eggspectations
Every day,
somewhere in the
world, billions
of birds sit on
their nests, content
and confident
about the eggs
that they cherish.
Posterity
Alzheimer,
Addison,
Parkinson,
I’d hate to be
remembered
as the name of
a horrible
disease. Though it
might be better
than not to be
remembered
for anything.
Chain of command
Religion
is not just the
following of
imaginary
beings but the
following of
people who are
following the
people who claim
to know what an
imaginary
being will want.
Decay rate
Things fall apart
the centre will
not hold. Nor will
the stomach, lungs
brain, feet, liver
back, kidneys, skin,
or any other
of my organs.
1957, 1959, 1964
Three old diaries
sit on my desk,
three pale red, red
and light brown books
small enough to
fit in the palm
of my hand, so
small little could
be recorded,
like three bubbles
of the gas that,
stuck in ice cores,
tells us of the
air long ago,
but nothing else.
It was a time
when I was young
and life had not
yet unfolded –
would be nice to
know more than that
I was breathing.
Fresh air
I was not
aware of
taking my
first breath and
I will not
be aware
of my last,
but all the
others were
precious.
