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Thursday, 1 June 2017

This Is Just To Say

William,
I have drunk
all the Blue Mountain
coffee

if you want any
you will need
to go to the store

I am not sorry
I perceived that
my need
was greater

than yours

Tuesday, 23 June 2015

Negotiation #5

What are you doing tomorrow?

What?

What are you doing tomorrow?

What am I doing tomorrow?
while today there are blackbirds
feeding young in the garden
and today the sourdough
is gently lifting in the kitchen -
its first proving
and today is the first day I have
time to sit down
since the last time
I sat down?

What are you doing tomorrow?

What am I doing tomorrow?
when tomorrow is probably filled
up already with moments
blocked with time and trouble and toil?

What are you doing tomorrow?

What am I doing tomorrow?

How easily you clatter the question around

Yes well
there is an Agenda
for tomorrow
I do have an Agenda
for tomorrow

but today
I have only
headings and subheadings
and outlines and landscapes
and plans and pre-frontal projections
and while a few papers have been
submitted for my early consideration
I cannot navigate
the complexities of tomorrow
until the vagaries of today
have been drawn into play

What are you doing tomorrow?

Ah, but if I were to tell you
something
for the sake of an easy answer
it would inevitably be
a short story
of possibles and maybes
a novella of nuance and supposition
a wish-list of the terrifying
and the fearsome

What are you doing tomorrow?

You come here with your crowbar question
levering yourself
into the slim and early tracings
of my promised tomorrow

I was just wondering…

you say
with your innocent
fingers fiddling
with thin porridge on the stovetop
and a sketch of an idea
somewhere across your brow

and I am wary of that sketch
because it is in that sketch that you
forge a steel cage that imprisons me
tomorrow
for it is that sketch
that fetters the ankles of my spirit
tomorrow
that channels the energy of my spirit
tomorrow
that breaks the resolve of my spirit
tomorrow
and casts me
into the pit of your desires
and the fuddle of my despair

What are you doing tomorrow?

If you insist on that question
then there is no tomorrow
do you not see?
there is no tomorrow
no tomorrow

I was just wondering whether you might be able to pick me up from the supermarket?


Negotiation #2

Are you washing up or cooking?

What?

Are you washing up or cooking? I’m not doing both.

No, well I don’t expect you to do both

Good , because I’m not.  So which are you going to do?

Well, which would you rather do?  You’ve been out all day – would you rather sit down while I wash up, and then you cook?  I could make you a gin. Or would you rather wash up and then relax?

God I’d love a gin – been fantasising about one all afternoon!

Ok, so I’ll wash up and make you a gin and you can cook.

I must say I had hoped you might have washed up while I was out.

Yes, well, I have been busy.  I haven’t just been sat around all day.

No, I know…

I have been working, too, you know.  I haven’t just been sat watching youtube, you know.  I have actually been working. 

Yes, I know…

I have.  I’ve booked a course and I bought those train tickets and I’ve been looking at holiday cottages.  So it’s not like I’ve just been sat here doing nothing.

Yes, I know…

You think I don’t do anything while you’re out, don’t you?

No of course not…

Yes, you do. You think I’m just sat around doing puzzles or watching television.

No I don’t.  I…

Holidays don’t just book themselves, you know.  Someone has to do the research.  Someone has to make some decisions.  If we left it to you we’d never go away anywhere.  You do want a holiday, don’t you?

You know I do…

Well, then someone has to sort it out then don’t they.

I’m very grateful.

So pardon me if the washing up isn’t done just when you walk through the door.

I’m just saying…

Pardon me!  But I have been busy you know.  I have been doing things for us, too, you know!

I’m tired.  Do you want a gin?

I’ve sent you a link to four cottages.  Four!  I’ve looked at hundreds and you only need to look at four.  So I need you to have a look and tell me which one you like best.

Ok.  I’ll look next time I’m on.

Make sure you do because we haven’t got long and they're going fast for those weeks.

I will. Gin?

Of course.  Did you get my text?

No.  I’ll make them then, shall I?

God – why don’t you ever check your phone?

I did check.  When did you send it? I checked before I left work.

About half an hour ago.

Well I would have been on the bus then.  I can never hear it on the bus.

I can hear mine on the bus all right.  You need a new phone!

What did it say?

What?

The text.  What did it say?


We’re out of tonic.  So if you want a gin you’ll have to stop at the co-op.