Bheja Fry

Stark naked
She sits
Alone
Silently
Reflecting

Who cares
What the fuck you’re eating
When you aren’t a part of me

He drops the phone, smashes in two
Then the mouse as well
Jealously meows


Damn I wish I was a poet!

Bheja fry after six days of working non-stop and little sleep. Just got home. Cat is angry that I’ve been away all day. Can’t sleep. Sipping tea. Something nice about hearing the keys go click-clack, but have nothing to say.

Wish I had internet at home so I could chat with one of you beautiful people, or at least read up on your interesting blogs.

Too late to even call anyone, except maybe the Ducati Dreamer, getting a temporarily disconnected message on his number.

Aaah cat has decided to be nice and has stopped flinging my stuff off the desk. Sitting, purring in my lap as I type, watching my hands on the keyboard – bliss! Now looking up at me adoringly…

How are you doing tonight, beautiful folk. You down south, did you notice how lovely the moon is tonight? The two of you from different parts of the country, now at different corners of my city – are you enveloped in the warm cocoon of sleep? I shall stay awake and stop the cobwebs from getting into your dreams. And you, at the opposite end of the globe – howz ur day going? Did the sun shine down on you as you drove to work today?


Apologies, as I said - bheja fry!!