Like a John Wayne revolver into a John Wayne holster
the stretcher slipped into the back of the emergency ambulance;
a cowboy paramedic — at the feet —
fell face-forward between Sally’s legs
as the worn sole of his Doc Martin’s boot slipped from the lock
that keeps patients in a stable position en route to the you-know-where.

She is perfection .
A walking goddess
of chaos Incarnate
Infinite .
Star Child .

“I like to be on top”, were the first words she said to me.

Sally was floating again, only for a moment though;
an oxygen mask covered her nose and mouth,
sucking the life right out of her,
before a jet of cool air froze her oesophagus
and exploded in her lungs.

The paramedics had lifted her up, and the stretcher creaked
as they started jogging in their first-aid ways,
heading towards amber-urgent flashes

Anger is not the same as determination - they are not
even from the same country.
Sure, determination can be sparked by anger,
but anger burns hot and fast -
it cannot fuel a course.

Anger, unless harnessed by character, makes
bigger fools of us than does love -
and that is saying something.

Vengeance is not the same as justice -

The mountains' shoulders hunched about the iced-glass sea,

The sunset-pink-shot clouds reflecting back at me,

The night rushing down as the moon climbs free,

The lonliness - no-one to share this - only seen by me.

Autumn's coming early, I say, but no-one believes,
Even though plane and oak trees are sporting curled brown leaves,
And I've seen geese flying in formation against the incoming mist,
These are all signs of autumn, I quietly insist.

Clouds blowing ragged until you see right through
To the bright sunlit skies above of clearest pale blue,
Clouds, sky and atmosphere are so neatly furled

Sally had fire-tears in her eyes,
uncertainty set in and grew in her fingertips like tumors
as she reached for the outstretched hand,
reassuring like a mother’s,
yet so … artificial to the touch.

More flashes of that white light,
now coming from different corners of the church—
and word-voices in her head, muffled, as if muttered behind masks:
“Some sorta inhalant,

So Red and I have had to adjust to living together in one space. More especially we have had to adjust to how each of us does things and our individual quirks.

I spent Sunday afternoon at Forries with The Flung and his friend who we’ll call The Surfer. And we’re going to call him that because he specifically asked for that name when I, after having survived a fit of laughter, managed to choke out ”I have to write this down.”

I'm Hippo. I ate a 'chomp'. One chomp and it was gone. Mmmmm. I have square teeth. Does that make me a hippo or a human. Hahahahahahaha - geddit? I had another 'chomp'.

So I was told to blog something rather than whinge about the lack of blogs, so here goes.

I moved house a month ago today. Moved “up” so to speak. Out of a noisy, bustling, grimey hippy “village” on the edge of Cape Town CBD to a plush security complex with all the trimmings in suburbia.

Wonderful, just wonderful;
teardrops on my fingertips,
miniature magnifying glasses molding
sculptures of undersea creatures
who dance invisible feelings.

I'm Hippo! It is more than seldom but not often. Hmmmm? "Agghimm." Where was I? On occasion I've had occasion to view the water at eye level. An experience YOU may recreate by wearing goggles and dipping to the line of the surface. Yes! Did it! Can't do better. Dipping to the line of the surface is what I wanted to say. Hold it. Now. Continue, and seeing - the waterline. Millimeters of tension. Because, because I am Hippo, obviously. I'm not a fly. Although I saw one. It was a giant conglomeration. A huge macro thing, rubbing its face with its feeler. Question: does a fly have a face or is it just an eye?

I received a gift from a stranger this morning.

26 January 2010 at 09h23:

Jesus Christ BMax_159.

You're fucken gorgeous.

With that ring on your thumb and those vintage cartoons blackening the translucent skin on your chest, your morning eyes and your tousled blond hair.

But here I am. Feeling a bit like "The Wizard of Oz" at the very moment that Toto starts to bark and pull back the curtain.

Is there a connection ?

Yes there is according to some scientists busy studying the earthquake in Haiti. There's a theory that the melting ice in Antarctica is creating the Tectronic plates around the planet to shift more rapidly than previous times.

Can we expect more earthquakes in the future, and tsunami's if we don't act now to stop GW, only time will tell.

There's a symbol called a quaver, represented by a large dot with a hooked stem. Placed together with other quavers, breves, semibreves, and and and|-| *sniff* These 'notes' make- - - >>O <<- - - Anyone know what goes in the circle? MUSIC *sniff* And because its in a circle its a round sound. Geddit? A BASS sound. A BAsoon. A tromBONE. The BOOM BOOM BOOM of a big bass drum. But I digress. From what? From the non-sound. Gnnnpphft. I am Hippo *bows*