indelible (10/May/18)

one of those days, a cauldron of exhaustion and incendiary, flammable, dangerous, overwhelmed and at the same time don’t care, resigned but about to shatter in a most dramatic, or melodramatic way… an unseemly, unsightly tension…… I should stick to writing haiku, constrained by syllables and convention… not in the way that twitter constrains, or strangles and suffocates in a forum for the frivolous to casually peddle knee-jerk prejudice and scattershot ephemera… see that jigsaw, the one on the floor in pieces, that’s my head…. angry, edgy, jumpy, impatient… what am I doing… here… making friends out of pixels, pixies, tiny little bits of fun with their peek-a-boo nature… attention-deficit junkies…… am I reading too much news, hearing too much news, knowing too much, can you know too much, isn’t knowledge a good thing, knowledge is power they say and yet so many in power seem to know so little and be running on tiny emotions and small-minded dogmatism… what am I doing wrong?…… perhaps nasty is the new black, be outrageous and suddenly you everyone’s bff…… I am my own worst enemy, said so casually… am I?… they do say “keep you friends close and your enemies closer still” but did they mean quite this intimately…… feels like atrophy…. rushed, pushed, squashed, tiny spaces, hung, drawn and quartered, hung out to dry, hanging on a nail… what of my entrails, what do they tell you, divine me something divine, anything even a lie as long as I believe it… but I won’t, cynical you see, not sure if I’m made that way or become so, nature/ nurture blah-blah-blah, don’t believe anything much, always one eye on the punch-line, waiting for it to stab me with its pencil in the eye… daren’t say anything as I know it’ll be the wrong thing, taken the wrong way, in the wrong tone, wrong-headed, wrong-minded… is there a difference?… when there’s nowhere to go where do you go?… inertia… motionlessly motion-sick … kick the air, punch the wall, shout at the moon (what does the moon care), turn my back only then I’d see what’s behind me, dogging my tracks, compelling me propelling me forward til there’s no more forward left… I can’t believe it’s spring already, another one, that’s how many now?… quite a few… do I want to know how many more there’ll be?… probably not… it’s better to burn out that to fade away…… tap, tap, tap the key make so much more noise than a pen, but the pen holds truths the keyboard can only dream of, or is terrified of, where it can delete, delete at a whim as it likes but the pen, the pen leaves every whisper in its wake, indelible…. how many will still be here by the end of this excuse for a blog, will no doubt find out soon enough I suppose…… draining, waning, flailing… they all rhyme, rhyming’s good, fun, seeing what rubbish is masquerading as clutter  today, see, I’m being mindful, with a mind full of nonsense… just because something makes no sense doesn’t make it nonsense…… it’s only worse when I close my eyes, relatively, it’s all relative, that’s the theory, I’m relative to you and you’re relative to me while at the same time not being related at all… unless it’s by six degrees, or however many tangents in a rhomboid… I see what you see but you see it differently…… I’m running out of…

© 2018 robert greig

a word from our sponsor (14/Jan/18)

dear Mr So-called Leader of the So-called Free World,

Phew! that’s a long title, maybe we can reduce that to a single syllable?… something like Flump perhaps… that’s catchy, ok we’ll go with that…

dear Mr Flump,

Please feel free to take it personally as it probably is… it is a personal sleight from old Blighty-land for which there is a swathe of concurrence against you personally so it’s fair to see it as personal… though not against the US…… oh no, no, no, to think that would be wilfully misunderstanding and ignorantly misinterpreting the situation… we have nothing against US citizens nor even US culture, except maybe for the plethora of adverts you litter your television with making it unwatchable……no, indeed this is personal, we don’t like you, although I use the word ‘we’ loosely…… on the loatheable scale you even out-Nixon Nixon, though I know you thrive upon being reviled which is a peculiar trait to boast and actually encourage but I suppose certain personality disorders predispose one to that end…

To be honest we have enough racist, bigoted, cruel, bully-boy, self-absorbed me-me-me-me-it’s all about me politicians here already and really we don’t really want to be babysitting yet another… and we are quite capable of opening a building without you (i.e. American Embassies)…… not to mention we have our very own puffed-up popinjay Mr Flump look-a-like here already and should you swan over here on your broken wings then the ruse may be busted that you’re in fact one and the same person!……

As for the potential impact on our (here comes another…) so-called “special relationship” I think as it was there before you came fallumping out of the swamp it will be there long after you’ve experienced a toxic meltdown in your own excess of bile… and anyway to call this hands across the ocean relationship ‘special’ is all a bit twilight zone but it makes us feel good about ourselves enabling the illusion and delusional pretence that Britain (or the UK, Great Britain or even Britannia, take your pick, everyone else does) still rules the waves, even if it’s only on a tiny pond filled with shopping trolleys in some suburban back garden somewhere, instead of the far less prosaic lapdogs licking others polluted shores of influence……

see recently you have had a few, arguably, successes?… is that right?… although most seem only for the benefit of big corporations, a world in which you yourself seem to have an abiding interest in more ways than one… also, full marks on recently having clearly taken at least a smidgen of advice from someone with half a brain cell to keep your family (largely) out of the spotlight, or at least on the very edge as they are indeed your Achilles heel, and being your other dodgy tendon is yourself then there’s a danger of not having a leg left to stand on……

… and honestly, enough with the petulant twittering…. I’m sure Twitter are laughing all the way to the bank but really, making policy in 140 characters at a time?… or 270 now…. damn! I shouldn’t have told you, I’ve just given you the excuse to abuse even more exclamation marks…… apparently, so I’ve been told, you’re all grown-up now, wow!… I remember when you were knee-high to a dollar bill, we all had such high hopes… ‘ shame.

with as much regard as I can muster as sincerely as I can be in the circumstances,
me~

ps…… dear Mr Flump, stop turning our rare natural landscapes here into yet another golf course… thank you.

© 2018 robert greig