short short story, trails of thought

Burger K___

Always had a fondness for Burger K___.  Always thought it a cut above the competition: always slyly setting up so close by the heavily and expensively researched M_________, and whilst selling itself as a dash more upmarket, still cutting corners on all that costly footfall study.

But lately I have fallen in love with a new kid on the block.  It’s a chain I bumped into whilst on my travels: it’s called Burger Cool.  It’s everything Burger K___ ain’t, nor ever will be.  Young, fresh faced, astonishingly intelligent in its marketing strategy.  Great food, comfortable decor, a pleasure on the eye in every goddamn respect.  Clean, generous, a peer-to-peer air in the tad the 21st century demands of all of us – but never so laid back as to lose a battle necessary for survival.

I never go to Burger K___ these days.  It’s so … well … idiotically old skool.

Far prefer the style and grace of Burger Cool, don’t you? And the milkshakes … my goodness, how they spurt out their nozzles!

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poetry, trails of thought

No [resent]{meant}

There is a place 

And time you race to quite slowly: and in general

I thought – for such a while – this place and race 

Was not mine to run.

But now I have found a space of wonderful sanctuary:

It’s neither you nor me – just my new space to be.

And now I have left you,

And now I am on my own,

And now my credit is out and my luck is withdrawn,

I feel the happiest soul there truly ever was:

No resentment do I forward on

To any soul nor org I know.

And even as I find this peaceful location, 

This situation of curious grace,

I find it so weird,

So weirdly weird,

That I no longer need people 

To be that people I love.

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poetry, trails of thought

You know what it’s like to have begged for decades three?

You know what it’s like to have begged for decades three?

To always be me who ventured baleful request?

To know on each rejection how awful the next would likely be –

and yet still have to ask and proceed 

and plead for just a 

touch of her body?

For once in my life I would love to be asked;

for once in my life I would ask to be loved; 

for once in my life I would ask to be asked and beloved –

and so for once in my life not be rejected again.

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poetry, trails of thought

The freedom to [r]eject

The freedom to reject 

Leads us to eject, almost as in 

Execution, almost as in

Realisation,

Both in seeing and carrying out,

Both beforehand and in after-

Maths,

Both in humanity and

The mudder of all tough,

Both a priori 

And in a descent to cooler climes,

The behind of times 

Lost to claims essential:

No blames this time;

No blames any longer;

No assumptions made;

No hopes often dashed;

No pessimism rash;

Nothing too bad 

Nor too exciting 

At all.

Just the ball that life can be

When its butterfly slights –

Or maybe goes so far as to 

Alight.

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Friendship proposal #vanity #vhs #ourtime #ourturn

OK.  Here’s the vanity version of my friendship proposal, with my red face (not how I feel; just what spiced-up food, chocolate, and most of the things I love eating do to me) a tad toned down.  Hey, if yous younger souls can be vain, why not us older folk too? 

The filter defo from my time, mind!  VHS!!! Yay …

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