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Psycho-babble, doggy paddle
They tell me that my sandwiches are,
’hand-crafted’,
a pointless phrase,
written,
by a box designer,
image re-definer,
ad-man.
‘Made by hand’, would do for me.
Not
‘hand-crafted’,
(which means someone grafted, to learn the apprenticed skills, to do a trade,
made in centuries to perfection),
but a sarnie,
put on bread,
by a plastic gloved,
...Tuesday 3rd May 2016 12:41 pm
Porridge
Porridge
In the morning
make sure I calculate
precise,
Flat packet grains compress
into calibrated measure,
To be levelled
then dispensed,
With milk added to twice the degree,
Stirred,
Placed in microwave,
A minute of vibrational rotation.
Stirred,
Returned for half the spell of time.
Withdrawn,
Stirred.
Seed topping on the milky mass,
Insalt...
Monday 18th April 2016 7:21 pm
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