in temporary limbo
waiting for an edit, and
to publish a meaning
with permanance confirmed
the hosting ends
I was once, but it was a long time ago
Its likely that you are thinking of someone else
Probably the one on the right
Very nice thank you
Using an axe, then buried in the garden to stop the screaming
I choose the first bottle with a degree of care. The cat will be watching as I drink it, and besides, there’s always a chance that I’ll taste this one.
Pinot rouge, which is a joke to myself, because its black and red, a wine in a sweater which later will be a truth as I drink.
A good first start. The second choice is more difficult. Something fruity, but without the heaviness of a bottle of domestos. I don’t want to clean my teeth until later.
The normals, looking around the shop for something to drink as opposed to numb the dull sensation of their pointless and inevitable decline, choose a four pack.
Ideas are infectious as I grab three more of the same, rabid as my mouth salts inside with the thought of inevitable repetition, killing ninety nine percent of known thoughts, dead.
I walked past someone today
They looked like you, and so I smiled
But it was someone else, and
no-one, and so they walked away
After that I stopped smiling for today
and went back into the house
Through the window the world is
just an occasion to be witnessed,
a distraction or
an infinite jest
A place outside, viewed, where
we’ll always remain friends.