Ask yourself, where has the sun been these last few weeks. Hello dear friends, and thank you to Shilpa and Jo for stopping by on my previous post. I look outside and see our local star shining bright. I'd grown accustomed to the clouds and rain. A bit dull though. I prefer sunshine. Shame the solar heat has been turned down. It is December mind. Perhaps the leaves will be crisp and easier to gather. It rather needs to be done.
I will submit a story later. It's a parody of the world I inhabit. You know, the esoteric one with dollops of weirdness. This story is fun. Some will laugh, some will possibly grumble. It 's ok though. In life, we cannot please everyone. Otherwise there'd be no in between shades. It can't all be Stepford Wives smiles. Every now and then someone will scowl. Sorry about that.
I remember a video called Black Hole Sun. Soundgarden sang it. However, the video stood out. It's rather surreal and a touch disturbing. I didn't follow Soundgarden but that song/video differed from the rest. I look at it now and fancy they were visionaries. It reminds me of videos on TikTok today. TikTok, where all are encouraged to become court jesters and not realise it. Someone thinks we are all clowns.
I said a poem didn't I? Let me pen one now. I have no idea where it's going. It's unimportant really.
Nowhere
Lives are gigabytes
Flowing from carpals
To plastic disharmony
for LCD
We swim
Actually not all
Some splishy-splash
Into nowhere holes
Blowing trumpets
Or perhaps noses
Not comprehending
Why no-one cares
A poem staggers
From a paved page
Etched into digital
Memoirs of oddness
Not to be read
Or listened to
Kind of just is
Like us
When we are gone
Is there a tone
Buzzing eternal
Or silence?
Not sure what's best
Deafening ennui
Or stillness
A dire dilemma.
I'll take my leave
Disconnect
Sleep.
Quite nice actually.
Until next I type. Adieu and remember keep reading.