The Silly-Savvy Salopian

The Segmented Self

I slaughter the segment of myself that is so special, that at special times, it remains especially – and self-destructively – silent. by Jay Cool, December 2022

Wrong Words

I sit and smile and sit and smile but the words that leave me behind bear no witness to the me that sits and smiles. Sits and smiles. By Jay Cool, December 2022

Just how long is a person expected to glue themselves to the box today? And is it socially acceptable to shift oneself from the settee to tackle the overgrown lawn? Will my neighbours complain if I get happy with a strimmer? Do neighbours generally complain when a spot of gardening takes precedence over the funeralContinue reading “The Divine Right of Monarchs?”

Some Old Man’s Bunion

I knew an old man with a bunion – it was true, it resembled an onion! Such long hairs did it sprout, that although it did pout, it wore plaits and became a Saint Trinian. By Jay Cool, August 2022 Image by OpenClipart-Vectors from Pixabay

Revealing Mr Larkin

Shadows of middle-age larking around with the mind of Philip, as he sees the elderly, mouths drooling, and is fearful of this watery reflection of skewed ripples, of the spades digging into his own disintegration. By Jay Cool, 18th August 2022 Inspired by snippets of Philip Larkin´s poetry, as featured on BBC Four´s Return toContinue reading “Revealing Mr Larkin”

‘Approach to Ipswich’

Dazzled by a sunset of headlights, but unable to stop and take a photo, I took a mental snap and here is the result: Credits: With thanks to my mum for her crossword input.

Doddering

My garden fences being toppled by the high winds of Storm Dudley was only the start of it. A warning of the ferociousness of the storm to come. Today … the machine of destruction rolls in and over the right to be free from coercive dictators. Dragon fire. Death. Disaster. The price of fuel, aContinue reading “Doddering”

Conquistadored

Days fast-forward into cloudy confusion, like conquistadors; each one squeezing its time in so close to my core that to count backwards is futile. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, February 2022

Time Well-Spent

Days tumbling in on me, knocking me flat, and burying me in spent time. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January, 2022 Header image from pixabay.com

Obligatory – New Year

Is it new, to celebrate the start of a year in which one becomes older? Does the angst of youth miraculously dissipate, or does it accelerate until it can no longer be retained by the brittle shell of depletion? Copyright of Jay Cool´s thoughts owned by Jay Cool, Saturday 1st January, 2022.