stupid thing I ever saw

Stupid thing I ever saw
that junkie fool
tying up for us
his audience.

thought he was the essence
of cool.

I wondered how close
the fear would be
if he needed it
close to hand.

We walked away
with him falling
into his murky nod.

Connecting...

I called a lady 'bro' the other day. She didn't seem to mind, she knew exactly what I meant. She was walking around a boy on the ground who'd come off his skateboard, and was swearing in his own very cute way. She acknowledged me, then kept texting. Nice to see a lady, seventy if a day, texting her way down the street. She was probably a hippie in the sixties. And now she can see the value in the new connections. She's in the ether with the rest of us. She'll be back home with her facebook shortly, just as soon as she's put the rose on Albert's grave.

Nobody joined my Men's Knitting Group though; bit disapppointing that. Maybe they thought I was kidding. But I see the profit in it. Men in a room....knitting....talking....eating scones. Maybe they'll turn up to the play.

I got a text; it said 'Hey'. That's all it said. It may have just been a hello, but I took it for challenge......and put the drink down.

The world is so full of connections right now. Redefintions at play. Never before have people kept so easy a score on friendship. Is there a generation in store who's self-worth depends on their friends and the click of a 'like'? Methinks maybe so. But me don't think Oh No......methinks change is good.

The young are becoming wiser......faster.

The Perfect Girl

You like to sleep in when it rains.
You know who William S Burroughs is.
You love the theatre.
You love art.
You love to paint but you do not paint very well.
You make your own clothes.
You like cafes on Sunday mornings.
You like watching the All Blacks win.
You cannot sleep content until the argument is over.
You like breakfast in bed but do not complain when the toats is burnt.
You love kids.
You love french cinema.
You do not think growing up and growing old have anything to do with each other.
You like the feel of grass between your toes, the smell of warm asphalt in the rain.
You know how to play the guitar, but not very well.
You are not about money or materialism.
You like David Lynch films and Bukowski's poetry.
You have read 'The Bone People'
You like to debate worldly issues.
You do not care what people think.
You care what people feel.
You are honest, empathic, loving and tender.
You are spiritual, not religious.
You like to laugh.
You like to make other's laugh.
You are a great friend to your friends because you know when 'challenge' is appropriate.
You love music and have eclectic tastes.
You like spice; in food and life.
You never say never and don't like should.
You know the meaning of altruism.
You know your neighbours, because community is important to you.
You are loyal and believe in monogamy.
You like home-made games at Christmas time.
You have optimism in your heart and think frowns are just hard work.
You love the works of Vincent Van Gogh.
You do not run when the fear takes hold and help when help is needed.
You think it's important to take a well-day every now and then.
You are a born romantic.
You have old-fashioned values and new-age philosophies.
You love to learn.
You share the things that you feel.
You feel things deeply.
You travel the unbeaten paths.
You make friends of strangers and have strange friends.
You always give a coin to a busker.
You don't get bored in museums because you always know how to have fun.
You stand up for what you believe in.
You like to stare at the stars on clear nights and think about infinity.
You know who you are.
You believe in love.
You are true.

Do you exist?