Flowers

Some men never think of it.

You did. You’d come along

And say you’d nearly brought me flowers

But something had gone wrong.

The shop was closed. Or you had doubts -

The sort that minds like ours

Dream up instantly. You thought

I might not want your flowers.

It made me smile and hug you then.

Now I can only smile.

But, look, the flowers you nearly brought

Have lasted all this while.

-Wendy Cope

Lights Out

We’re allowed to talk for ten minutes

about what has happened during the day,

then we have to go to sleep.

It doesn’t matter what we dream about.

-Hugo Williams

fly or not fly

The whack job that i am, my life and my friends (oblivious to circumstance) also have a whack sense of humor. Here's a couple of snippets of conversation i had with two different friends on the same day.

A: Duuuude, how've you been?
S: Long time mate. Been well and all around the park. And you?
A: I knew you'd retrun from the US!
S: How? Why?
A: 'coz you and me are like fly and shit. We are meant to be together.

This got me thinking. I didn't want to be the fly sticking to shit and definitely didn't want to be shit. Silence was my only argument though. Also, realisation struck and the meaning of the song 'Suga Suga, How you get so fly?' then dawned on me. And then, later that day

B: S, are you alright? Sick?
S: Nope. Just haven't slept in two days.
B: No wonder. You look like shit.