Saturday, 31 March 2012

Thoughts while waiting on a bus during a road crash

On the way back, Wmm's bus was delayed for about an hour because of a car and bike crash on the road. The long wait in the bus obviously led to Wmm imagining that the crashed bike and the rider were now inseparable and co existed as a synthesis of man and machine and it would take a team of bike-mechanic-heart-surgeons on the site to work out what was metal and what was flesh under a microscope and other medical scanning instruments in order to separate them while keeping both the human rider and the bike functioning, great care was taken to extract the machine part that served as the bike's oil pump that lay within the man's ribcage while the functions of his own heart were given to some fleshy component somewhere within the motorbike's engine. Wmm also imagined the woman in the bus next to the bus he was in exposing a breast and pressing it against the window

Friday, 30 March 2012

Poetry: "Cherry Red on a Cloudy Grey"

(A poem that's been evolving since 1990)

    Cherry Red On a Cloudy Grey
    Two Colours intermix and just fade away
    If I only knew, how to find the two,
    Then perhaps someday you'll understand
    Two clouds kiss, they burst with tears
    I hid beneath the coloured dome
    But what am I to find
    In those emotions stored down deep inside

    Whatever you may do don't shut the door
    Cause if you wish it so
    Then Jesus says he's sorry you were born
    Though that's not what your life is all about

    If life was always just drinking pink champagne,
    With dreams to make you feel you’re in another world
    Where every day is fine,
    The real world will just be left behind

    What am I to find within the clouds today
    Two frozen hearts drift within The rain
    Still the colours that are red on grey
    That came to intermix and just fade away

    Falling through the colours of this prose
    Fragmented visions of petals of a rose
    A dream to tell you what was on your mind
    Though you might not care much any more
    The blanket's torn, the sky comes through  
    There’s a shining ray of Light
    To lead you to an ordinary world,
    Like that which you've always loved before

    Wherever it’s Dawning from
    Real as the sunlight cast upon
    The honey coloured moon that shines
    A trail to somewhere you’ve been dreaming of

    Don't trust me, I'm from a different world
    With claims to make your dreams last for another day
    Maybe you want me to give the game away
    And Leave us with nothing ever more

    And if I told you that I saw a UFO
    Maybe it was a bonfire through a kaleidoscope
    But when this dreams revealed
    I then too will also understand

Friday, 23 March 2012

Misreading of the day

Wmm misread the BBC headline "Living alone 'are more depressed' " as "Give more loaves of bread as presents"

Thursday, 15 March 2012

Misreading of the day

Wmm misread the BBC news headline "Norway police in massacre apology" as "Nobody ignores the massive porridge"