The world is full of boxed in people constipated in their four wheel containers in endless bumper to bumper lanes rubbing shoulders with underground strangers rich and fame like an Instagram post cardboard poor as a news flash in the gutter hollow eyes rushing to lock themselves in afraid to be a wrapped give away by a white bearded man on boxing day
Keep your box open and let life in, ha de Gött!
Land of Feel-Sorry-for-Yourself
a place to put you down
beat your ego up
Low Self Esteem for president
besieged by, enemy of you
never ending civil war
army fight call “no use”
stay down for every count
dare not to seek, citizenship
It all starts with the man in the mirror, ha de Gött!
Book full of forgotten things un-remembered issue release daily thick as the book of what-if's pocket size in constant use some miss-use now and then wear it on my shoulders every chapter, dare a read a highly dangerous deed largest book in the library that is my brain the book of oblivion
My memory is good but short, ha de Gött!
some in frequent use pages darkened by hungry fingers 'who done it' tickling the darkest inside us some covered by dust only yellow by age 'who wants to know' fuelling the creative light during long dark nights dark prose in the poetry corner and whiskey stinking PI's comparing their scars silent with millions of words organised in rows and shelfs collective minds peaks and abysses of humanity
Growing up in a broken home in the suburbs, the library was always a safe haven. Still today I get calm entering a library or a book store.
Take care of the libraries, Ha de Gött!
After rain they come crawling
up from the wet grass
crossing the roads and footpaths
where are they all going
is it an initiation rite
cross without getting crushed
see what’s on the other side
a sluggish paradise or
a sticky mess under a shoe
The killer slug (Arion vulgaris), yes that is it’s name! It’s also know as Spanish slug. It’s considered an invasive species and a great annoyance to all gardeners all over Europe. Why it’s called killer slug I don’t know but the best explanation I heard from a child. “They are called killer slugs because you kill them.”
Watch your step, ha de Gött!
Is it really true what they say
Been wondering every day
The grass is greener on the other side
The question is sometimes more interesting than the answer, ha de Gött!
I see at last
a shining light
far away
at the end
of the tunnel
I hope it is
not a train
Keep calm, walk on. Ha de Gött!
There is a hole in the reason
there is a reason for the hole
Be reasonable, ha de Gött!
Walk into the sunset of the great wide open.
Let the fresh chilly evening air fill your lungs.
Allow mother nature to rock you in the moment.
Take care of those moments, ha de Gött!
Now once again I find myself
in this terrible predicament
a weight of the world
on my sloping shoulders
pulse banging hard and fast
shivering breath and pearls of sweat
three times of every year
this cycle of horrific fear
one of the those repeating event
I need to find my wife a present
One down, two to go. Ha de Gött!
UlleHaddock 