are you ready for your advent wafer,
manger wean?
‘tis the season of debt and accumulation
i have a theory an arbitrary line
divides the mad from the sane
different but the same
that was the last of stanza 11. part two concludes in stanza 12, from tuesday 2 december. new poetry every tuesday, thursday and saturday. and don’t worry, part 3 starts on 1 january 2026. the love epochal just continues.
brazen child, pray share your toblerone with me
i know you pinched it but i’m no a grass
i have a theory that the criminal law system propagates violence in place of justice
different but the same
it’s funny that i find myself writing this blog on the day i was a victim of attempted violence (see tues 2 – i postulate a remedy). should i report the crime, and myself propagate violence (the criminal justice system) on my assailant?
the punishment is often worse that the crime. i need to think this through. i believe we shouldn’t judge people by the worst thing they ever did. but i also realise that if crime is unpunished, criminals become our rulers.
the love epochal. n.n. benn 