winter jacket

The Warm Jacket Ducks have two sets of feathers outer ones, which are watertight and inner feathers that is soft as a young man’s whispery beard. Ducks are never cold and can waddle a frozen pond with the greatest of ease if not with elegance. I wanted a jacket of duck feathers so I killed five hundred of them and asked my elderly porcelains’ duck to sew me one. In case you wonder I sold the plucked birds to hotels and restaurants. I’m never cold now can walk out in all weather and not feel the cold. Only I do feel like a mass murderer- send him to Hague- so much killing just so I could feel snug. When spring comes I will put the jacket near the lake so ducks can pick feathers that ones belonged to their fore-ducks and make cosy nests for their chicks. My porcelain’s duck tells me that if I had shot two polar bears, I would have had enough soft fur for two jackets and a pair of trousers. Now, why didn’t I think of that?

darkening sorrow

Darkening Sorrow It was a strange summer I wouldn’t say reluctant But rather old fashioned, rather like an old man Crossing the farm yard with a slice of bread in his Hand to give to the horse by the wooden fence. It was not a summer that will be remembered by Bathers by the beach, the sea was cold that year Often there were bands of cerulean silk scarves On the sky keeping the day from being too hot. We walked everyday although our walks became Shorter and we didn’t go to the river as usual. You had gone in September and I had got a buyer For the house, alone it was pointless living there. I will be moving into an idyllic home for the aged, And from the window see your resting place.

black ghettoes

Black Ghettoes So now they are burning down small shop they use daily use in rightful anger. The police are mostly white in a black neighbourhood which does not goes down well Bloody guns you may say, but everyone is armed. But my thought was of the poor black people which now have to go a long way to shop, since it appears they burnt down their own cars too. It seems to me Afro-Americans have sunk into a hole of delayed slavery depression, and struggle to get up and fight back, not with guns, but education. Black young man with pistol wants the good things in life, but only find early death or a prison cell. Pandering to this we must not, there is a limit even for grave historical injustices, it is time to break the chains of the past and be free men again.

not socially inclined

Not socially inclined We drove to Cascais for two days holiday at a posh hotel and I promptly fell ill a sort of fever I do not travel well. My wife and her extended family had a swell time, while I shivered under three blankets and claimed the air condition was sat to freezing. On the third day I arose, had solid breakfast no had seen anyone recover so quickly, it is I said because I’m a Norwegian After breakfast and packed suitcases time for goodbyes, lots of kissing and hugs and they all hoped I would be better next year.

tuesday

Tuesday afternoon in November. Well this is, the ending of another day I’m looking out of the window the road is clean and tidy after rain. The sun is coming out of hiding and strews golden dust on the window ledge, it is a sort of thank you since I’m taking care of a sunray I found huddled behind the gas bottle in the back yard. It was too cold for it to get back so I put it under my bed – I need only one blanket now- so there are times being kind can be helpful. The sunray, not talkative, hides behind the china I bought for my daughter’s wedding only I never had a child; it was a dream I mistook for the real thing; but never mind the cleaning lady likes to drink tea and pretend she is a grand dame. It is darker outside than inside so I lit the fire drink a cup of coffee, at this end of a beautiful day.

not socially inclined

Yule Christmas

Yule/Christmas Obscene capitalism Can best be observed At Christmas Midwinter festival Larder full we share our Luck with our nearest Christmas is the devil’s revenge He was never invited Now he gives us hell with glitter.