deuce juice

I am reluctant...
fundamentally flawed by the curse
of a day gone by.

the end.

and the beginning, a bitter reminder
of some inner longing
reduced to a case of ulcer
and putrid
gas.

what with the price all so shaky at the moment,
the oil-rich look less shiney
and the starved look somewhat
a trendy artists grunge inspiration.

aah, the pathos of
a new condition
regurgitated from the machine
of an over-worked mind
and a rather battered muse;

with a juicy social consciousness squeezed from
the-eye-half-closed to wrongs,
an airy fairy soul still struggles
to cling onto
plastic wrap
and staples
in the hope that the competitive edge will
inspire the one to entice suffocation
or the other to slice
wrists damned by
the clerks
choices!

for now, head-to-head
are dreams reduced to deuce
with so much work
still left
to do.

mint memorium

Mint died.
Which means that Lindt is mint-less.
And she says that even Lindt's days are numbered.

They did good together,
that Lindt and Mint.

But nothing is forever.
So.

lindt and mint

cousin fati bought goldfish. im not sure why. anyway so they were meant to be called salt and pepper. apparently.
but then their globular fishbowl cracked. then it broke. and pandemonium ensued. but theyre ok. they now live in the vase from my office. potentially traumatised by the strange space. and when it finally came down to naming them, they became lindt and mint. just seemed happier. i hope they are!