End Of Another Month

Holidays, parties, lying, hurting, meltdowns and everything else.

Just another month.

Let there be more. It’s good enough for me.

Sinking Further

I’m sinking

It’s all your fault

I’m sinking

It’s all my fault

I’m sinking

It’s nobodies fault

Whatever the case,

I’m still sinking

Say Something Cool

Will a peace sign suffice?

Same Person

We sat on the boat, one with a glass bottom, you could see all the jellyfish bobbing up and down. We were ready to sail for an hour of looking at rocks and rich people’s holiday homes, but another couple on board put a stop to that. I had to double take when I saw them over there, for sometimes people just have the power to do just that.

The girl on board looked like an old flame, exactly so, and I wondered how it was she was sitting right there, what are the chances?. But I say nothing, because I don’t want to be wrong, just in case, and nor does she, I can see them looking too. Did things end badly back then? Maybe, probably, I don’t know.

The boyfriend doesn’t notice our flickering glances, he just watched the waves, and good thing too. So we sailed without looking at all those rocks and holiday homes, just at one another with jellyfish in our hearts. And I felt extremely miserable about it all, thinking of the past, hoping for someone to say something, maybe a ‘How do you do?’

Getting off the boat I realised her nose was too small. Oh. My girlfriend asked me who that was, but I said I didn’t know, too busy staring at rich people’s holiday homes.

Feeding Time At The Zoo

Fanta Naranja, coca cola, donuts, chocolate donuts, chocolate croissants, croquettes, omelettes, coffee, fruit juice, chocolate, ice cream, pizza, garlic bread, kebabs, beef curry, meatballs, milkshake, fish, burgers, chips, potatoes, rum, vodka, milk, chocolate cereal, sausages, toasties, lollipops, sweet laces, crisps, nachos, chocolate bread, and probably more.

It’s feeding time at the zoo.

Packing

When packing for the holiday I made sure to bring my clothes, my books, my creams, and my pills.

I tried to leave my problems behind, but they seemed to stick to the case like bad bubblegum, and by the third day they’d latched onto me for the ride, mingling somewhere at the roots of my hair. Security at the airport scanned them through, no problems, just my problems.

They spent the whole week sunbathing.

Me Me Me

The Flamenco dancers in the hotel dance for ME. And with me.

The waiter serves the food only for ME. Omelette, bacon, ham, it’s all for you.

I swim in the pool alone, the life guard is paid to watch ME. Catch me.

I’m the first guest the receptionist tells ME. So I’m the king of the castle, I’m the king of the streets. Show me that WiFi password.

For I’m the king of Spain.

Questions

Do you have the wifi password?

Can you bring an extra towel up? We only have three.

We would like a kettle too.

Is there a kids club?

When is the complimentary bus?

Can we use the pool?

Do you need to write this down?

Give us a safe.

Do you understand?

Flying

So, welcome to Flight TKCW32, or whatever. We’re going to Spain, I think. Listen to the safety warnings, it won’t kill you. We had some trouble in Vegas last year, and I don’t want to go through all that again, so listen. Weather is wet, but maybe it will clear up, I dunno, I’m not a weather man.

Have a nice trip, or not. It’s my day off tomorrow, so I’m on auto pilot.

Ciao.

Typical Day

Just what do you do?

I lie in bed and try to think.

Just what do you do during the day?

I scrunch my forehead and scratch each wrinkle.

I just don’t know.

Just what is it that I do?

I sleep.