Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| Make up your mind, Spot! channeling Lady Macbeth The knife goes in; the blood squirts out. It takes time, like chopping up sprouts. Speaking of which, Out, out, damn Spot! Can't concentrate when I'm barked at. Pork needs to be cured, chickens plucked. What now, Spot? In or out? Oh, f***. Spilled duck blood. No, you can't have some. Add raisins to sweeten the plot. Watch it simmer; don't get distracted. Billy-boy sucked got it all wrong. I'd wring his scrawny neck but... Spot! Make up your mind! I'm not a monster, just misunderstood; I sent Cook this morning, back to Da Hood. I told him guests were due to arrive; and, Out, Spot, Out! I needed fresh chives. © Kåre Enga (7.april.2025) [182.17] 16-20 lines |