GARAMUUU

THING ABOUT - My Fingers

I have ten fingers and they’re all pretty much alright. The ones on my right hand are better at strumming guitars- writing and pointing than my left. The ones on my left are better at making chord shapes-knuckle cracks and catching certain things. For some reason I have always eaten crisps with my left hand fingers and never the last two of my fingers. My fingernails are always short and serrated looking because I pick them a lot. I can make loud fingersnaps and do so whenever anything really good happens to me. Once a a pool table fell over onto my fingers. That was the most pain they were ever in. That hurt so so much. Sometimes I think of my fingers as having their own personalities. These thoughts usually come about when drunk though sometimes when sober too. Once my fingers saved my life- holding me onto a wall that was quite high when I slipped.

THING ABOUT-Cycling

I really really like to cycle around the place.Whenever I do cycle now I tend to go off for a couple of hours around the countryside trying to find some new castles. I learnt to cycle when I was five or so. I have vague memories of that. I used to be really good at pulling skids on my old bike when I was young.  A few of us would do tricks in the shop car park when the sun had set. Once the brakes on my bike went as I was going fast down a hill. I ended up in a ditch with the handlebar pressed into my tummy. It hurt so much.  My favourite bike was my old red one that I painted red. The last time I went cycling I cycled to county Mayo somewhere. Two sheepdogs chased after me.

THING ABOUT- Feeling Weird

Sometimes I feel weird. It can happen at any time really. Sometimes when alone staring at a wall or sometimes around others. I felt weird earlier on today. That was the last time I felt weird. I had just come out of the shower and put on clothes and sat down doing nothing in particular.  I wondered whether or not I should eat a dinner and wondered about lots of other things. I was very warm and dizzy from the hot shower also. It felt a bit weird.

POEM Ping Pong

playing ping pong 

i think im doing it wrong

playing ping pong

i think im doing it wrong

i hit it too long 

now its gone gone gone

hit it too long

now its gone gone gone

so long ping pong 

i wrote you a song

so long sing song

i sang it with ping pong

now its gone gone gone

now its gone gone gone

now its gone gone gone

Last night I ate

between 9 pm and 1 am ..mashed potato, lentils and spinach with mustard,3 packets of crisps,1 bar of chocolate, half a big block of ice cream, a tin of spaghetti hoops, a plate of pasta, 1 packet of crisps, a pizza and a banana..

POEM- Popsicle

licked a popsicle but i felt sick

when i stopped it thawed to a trickle

the drops dripped and pelted the ground

a sound like blup click blup fell down

my jaw went crick 

i yawned too quick 

got hiccups that hopped into hicks

the popsicle fell off the stick

time went tick

puddle of popsicle juice 

like an oil slick

made me slip out of sluice

till i slopped on liquid

slooped and plopped like melted plastic 

POEM- Path and Thinking Away

there i was once

dressed in the warm clothes 

as the bus rolled

past bony shoulders of buildings

and breathed in the citys smoke

the footsteps on paths loud and wet

felt like insects 

a hive of vexed clicks

and i waited 

eyes taking in the ooze of orange glows

no sign yet 

wondering how messy my hat hair was

outside the hotel 

and the african toilet attendant

i thought of him every time

after the first

as if he could say more things now

and what he said coming true

that time as if by some providence

a feint feel of magic to think

back to

but now gone

as he is and 

as i am