waiting

i wait on a call
and fret on making a call,
feeling powerless, unable
and this is what i mean
when i say i’m strong and stable
wrap up warm for the gilet years
lasagna al forne and an afternoon of beers
it’s like 10 thousand spoons
when all you need is the bus fare to partick
ah well, we’ll get there in the end

i had a job interview. i was waiting for the news. i’d had a couple of disappointments. didn’t want to get my hopes up. but had a good feeling that i dared not develop.

this is the first chorus of part three — which we are calling giletdonism. 2024 had been rocky and i was planning for a somewhat cosier year to follow on.

chorus of the lost weekend

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.

chorus number nine

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.