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
Conquistadored
Time Well-Spent
Days tumbling in on me,
knocking me flat,
and burying me
in spent
time.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January, 2022
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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.
Joined-up thinking?
According to The Sun, the coronavirus infection rate is slowing.
According to The Express, today’s coronavirus data is delayed.
According to the The Independent, the latest daily infection rate was 24 hours ago, at 183, 027.
No new updates are due until 7.30 pm today.
And yet.
According to a Bing search, as of 15.43 today, the 30th December, 2021, the daily rate of infections in the UK was 221, 250!
Joined-up thinking?
Confused?
Be confused no more. As of 20.58 today, The Daily Mail, put the record straight, knocking to total infection rate down to 189,213!
Sorted.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 30th December, 2021
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Rebuff
They had nothing to do with each other. Not really.
Nothing in the way of communication passed between them, although one, it could be argued, was a regular guest of the other. Not by way of invitation; but more in the way of a gatecrasher. Although to use the word gatecrasher might seem to imply intent on the part of the visitor and, in this situation, with this visitor, there was no intent whatsoever.
The involuntary-gatecrasher certainly possessed a multitude of positive attributes; attributes which might, to the uninformed observer, be cited as more than enough to impress the highest calibre of a host. And, yet, it was not, it seemed, enough to earn the guest, even the flicker of hostly acknowledgement. Not that the guest, by way of return, if a lack of acknowledgement can in any way be returned, suffered in any way by such a rebuff. Again, there are some who might point out that, without intent on either the part of the guest or the host, there cannot possibly be the conception of a rebuff.
And, as has already been put forward, they had nothing to do with each other.
Not really.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, Tuesday 28th December, 2021
Cravings
Caving in to my cravings,
considering the consequences,
is carelessly coquettish.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, December 2021
Looking Again at Christmas
Looking again,
Boris considers,
The fiction that is the Christmas
that is different for
others;
the Christmas that is smaller somehow –
smaller and even somewhat less than a day
in the land,
upon which he
plods and
ponders.
Reconsidering, after taking into consideration his own
situation, Boris
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzhhh……
SLEEPS.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 19th December, 2021
Living With Covid
Dreggy stomach.
Confused head.
Heavy arms.
Covid spread?
Back
to bed?
Changing tack.
Stomach fed.
No more qualms.
And clear head.
I stand.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, Friday 17th December, 2021
HUNGER
Optimistic morning opportunities
thread themselves through the slim eye of the needle,
pulled by possibilities,
into the promise of a mid-day feast
only to find the darkness of an empty dome,
an eyeless socket,
emptiness and
hunger.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, December 2021
PC Party Pooper
Bubbling up,
he doubles up,
dressed all up in
scalp with chicken-yellow,
and comb of cop-guy`s blue.
Crime stopper or cork popper?
All work and no play makes Jack;
no work and lots of play makes –
Boris.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, December 2021
Inspired by Macron`s reference to Boris as un clown; and by our PM`s penchant for parties and dressing-up.
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