but i wont.

you know if i were to
write a blog linking all blogs,
i'd have written a conclusion, to a book
already written !!!

but i wont..

you know if i were to bite three dogs,
i'd be twice shy once bitten !!!

but i wont...

you know i were to if this pome,
with this iffing this and this iffing that
i'd have written a effing iff.

but i wont.

if only i would, though.


-n

i learned today

smoking while driving
first thing in the morning
without having previously
communed with nature
is not a good idea

the return of the ants

The ants were always there. They hadn't gone anywhere, so technically they couldn't return. All that had happened was that they had faded, become part of the background. If she closed her eyes when everything around was quiet, she could still hear them.
So, the day the ants didn't return, they did so with a bang. Well, not a bang, a buzz, a big buzz.

a loss to the nation

One fine evening a child was born and it was precocious. When it was three, it invented calculus. When it was four, it figured out c++. When it was six, the communal and democratic forces in its brain collided and the government collapsed.

-N

living with ants

Sometimes the ants slept, but most of the time they were awake. They moved around and explored her head; jumped when she stepped outside - the noises of car horns turned them on; battled against thoughts and won. She lit a cigarette and told everyone who was willing to listen, "I'm going to try and smoke them out."

the problem with ants

One day her head started to buzz. There were ants running inside her brain. "Help!" she said, "I’m going mad." No one believed her. She decided to not do anything. Ants march away. Brain buzz isn’t fatal. She went to work and did just fine. The ants lived on.

writing blocked

then i remembered
the idea that seemed so fantastic
and decided to write it down
before it disappeared again

there was paper on my desk
and a pen somewhere else
i sat down to write
but couldn't

pens and paper
can't do my bidding anymore
i've been spoiled rotten
by the backspace