Jan Miklaszewicz's Blog, page 6

NOT ALL THERE

Some days you just look and feel blurry: oh so slightly ill-defined, coloured by some dullard outside the lines, flicking between channels, here, there, when, where, all too loosely tethered to the present, to the moment, shifting in and out of focus, the faintest sheen of ectoplasm on your skin, can’t quite put your finger on it, wouldn’t dare put your finger in it, just an offness, an out of kilter, a not all there, and you wonder, am I coming or am I going? 

LOVE MARKS THE SPOT

Between if and then and when and how, above up, beneath down, next to adjacent, far from near, 
Three leagues from here, parallel to different, through indivisible, over under, under over, buried in the sky. 

HUBRIS

Unstoppable, a Porsche with no brakes: 
a tune to accompany our greatest feats, 
such as chiselling a perfect set of abs 
or creating hyper-realistic cakes. 

SHOO SHOO

'One has arrived,' she said to her footman, who knew that her coming heralded his going. 

AS THIS SO THAT

The tides they ebb, ,flow they tides the the Eloi above, ,below Morlocks the 
Every hate creates ,love for space a and every joy ,woe for space a 
Angelic wings ,cast shadows great perpetual brightness, .vast darkness 

CAW

Crows roost in the branches of the mind, peering down at the heartland of the body and soul. 

REMEMBER, REMEMBER

Guy Fawkes', a flurry of fireworks flies from the stage; Guy talks, a signature flags 'cross the page.

LAST MEAL

‘Toast,’ Joan mused, ‘or a steak?’ The turnkey smiled archly. ‘You’ll have them both in the morning,’ he said. 

THEN AGAIN

Rewind, re-wild, go back: find out why our forebears worked so hard to get away from nature.

THE HELP

Slay not your demons, friend, but whip them into line, that they may serve your cause from time to time.