sunbathing stoned on the balcony avec joan of arc in lossless quality

i was just having a beer and feeling nice and relaxed on the balcony. sunbathing behind a wind blocker. feeling chilled out and at one with the world, listening to leonard cohen.

grill on the hill was a thrill when even the slider nearly blew away

we went to a resaurant on top of a hill and nearly blew away. i could feel my sliders blowing off my feet as i trudged up and down the sand dune. i think the food was alright though.

#gastronomy

santa lucia, bocadillo con queso, cortardo y cerveza it’s great to be back

pretty self explanatory. a cheap and good cafe. half way up or down a hill. roll and cheese and a milky coffee on the way up. ice cream and a shandy on the way down.

oil slick sneaker sandstorm set back, sliders for the subsequence

we walked to the next town across for lunch one day. went to a pretty average/crap cafe. it was a longish walk back. an hour or so. i needed to pee so snuck behind a screen at an abandoned construction site. accidentally stood on a plastic jug of dark oil. who knows what it was but it got all over me. ruined my brand new shoes. the only pair i brought with me! traumatic.

and when we got back home, it turned out the restaurant we went to was a chain. and there was another one right next to our apartment. the only half decent restaurant in town as well.

by a king of the morons tailwind and a tornado of dust

i arrived on the desert island for the much needed cycling holiday but was disappointed to be greeted by absurd gusts and breezes that made cycling feel bizarre. through treacle in one direction, like a missile in another, and a sort of bucking bronco phenomenon otherwise. we made the most of it.

suffering rotating chair formalism of a gently absurd nature / as impenetrable references abound the conference room (apologies: all mine) / …so i fly out of town

i was feeling frustrated by bureaucracy. check-box office politics. i made a mild protest against the meaninglessness of it all. and was soundly ignored. fortunately, i had a holiday booked.

another shoe that never drops, no leg too short to scorch the earth

i had never heard the phrase ‘waiting for the other shoe to drop’ before. had to google it. reminded me of a competition i heard about on radio 4 many years ago for pointless aphorisms. the two i recall are ‘no leg’s too short to reach the ground’ and ‘you don’t need niagra falls to wet a stamp’. it’s weird what sticks with you.

#poetry #writing #autisticart #aphorisms

a stressful jealous night by my [] smartphone

stressful jealous night by my [] smartphone

i was having a torrid night waiting for the phone to ring. all those teenage feelings. the hormonal rollercoaster. the catastrophizing. the insecurity. then the phone rang. and the world reassembled itself.

#insecurity #spokenword #poetry #acceptance

a nearly new horizon lost, for which i missed legs day at the gym

i feel it is important to celebrate rejection. somewhere buried in the disappointment there is hopefully a lesson. something constructive to be taken. a way to improve. but even if there isn’t, even if you just tried your best and failed, isn’t it better to have given it a shot? and now, a year later, i can look back and i know that if i hadn’t had this rejection, i would have missed out on other acceptances.

#poetry #spokenword #writing #acceptance #rejection

you trust me again, you always could, that love is unconditional / and universal, and specific, and ebbs and flows throughout / the systems, internal and external, that are of us.

i try and live my life according to the principle of universal unconditional love. it’s really difficult. i don’t live up to it. gonna keep trying.

spotting louder nearly home, millhouse coming up everything

remember the episode of the simpsons where millhouse is wearing sort of pedal pusher, calf length trousers? and the flood comes in and he is like, ‘it’s all comin’ up millhouse’? it is a sad day for anyone when they realise that millhouse is the character of the simpsons they are most like.

#autismawareness #millhouse #simpsons #poetry