Cheery weekend

:)

The simplicity of it all

It's easy to cook yourself a meal,

dust your tables, wipe some spoons.

Easy to go through all your music folders,

looking for the evening's perfect song,

missing a few phone calls here and there.

Easy to empty out the ashtray, flick off the lights,

check the locks, sleep.

Easy to greet new friends,
and snap off yesterday's liasons,
Easy to be chased for approval,
easier to smile, seem nice.

Easy to text a smiley in return,

an investment in friendship or more, surely.

It's easy to acknowledge flirtatious handshakes,

judge tastes in music, cigarettes.

Easy to lower your standards,

accept the evening's obscure ending.

Easy to tuck a stray behind your ear,

adjust your shirt, prop your elbows on the table,

take a big, brave swig and smile.

Easy to be above public opinion,

headstrong, righteous, impetuous. 

Easy to be so publicly private, discerning,

vehemently swearing by solitude.

Easier not to delve into the fine print

of someone else's emotional crap shit,

unless it's is juicier than expected.  

Easy to appreciate the present companion,

recognize puppy-pleas,

screaming, kicking, pounding baits for attention.

Easy to recognize disappointment and darting envy,

private signals, syncing of wavelength, strengthening of intention.

Easy to climb into your bed, turn over, play dead.

Happy that it is so fucking easy. 

50 ways to leave your lover

On a green grass-covered hill, there is a house. The house is owned by Mr. Swash, who lives alone ever since his wife passed away 14 years ago. Mr. Swash is a collector of all things. A broken toothpick holder, a cashmere napkin, model airplanes, holiday souvenirs, old cameras that don't work, and who knows what other curios decorate his shelves. He likes things that look like they have a personality to them, that have a story to tell, that come from somewhere and someone close or very far away, in another strange realm.

At night, before he goes to sleep, he drinks a cup of sweet brandy tea. It is usually a bitter cold outside and he pulls up his woolen socks before he climbs into bed. His bed is a hay loft in his attic and Mr. Swash is a sound sleeper. Every night while he sleeps, his curios come alive. The model fire-engine goes woot-woot in iterating circles. The toothpick holder picks a fight with the wristwatch. The hamburger fridge-magnet from Austria climbs up to the loft and watches Mr. Swash snore softly. And the tuxedo-clad spy figurine walks up to the poster of Betty Boop and says,

"Hi. I'm Mental. Orna Mental."

I'll be back

Understated elegance

It is going to start raining soon. This is just to document how uplifting the winds and anticipatory air make me feel. The trees are wild and thriving, lusting for the first shower of the year, since the cyclone, as am I! Everything around me looks like a happy collective. The most cynical of all are talking about it. Sneaky wind broken window pane is now tickling me with the torrent-to-be and it is so surreal! What have I done right to experience all of these beautiful days? I am humbled.

I am such a sucker for things nice.

Lament full circle

Either say something nice or nothing at all.
Don't hover ridiculously, with a foot on each edge.
Are you just sleep-deprived, attention-deprived, or money?
The pokerface is unnecessary.

Is it the routine, or
did you spend time with someone you didn't want?
Did the food splurge of starch, or the beer
make one visit to the washroom too many?

The absent moon make ya sad?
The banal talks, the heavy eyelids,
repetitive smoke or oily hair or squeaky voice?
Did you forget what it was that you didn't like?

Invitations that elicit the nod, but deprive the commitment?
A zero-obligation zone, say all the crap you want.
Just, please, remember that while filling your cup
make sure you know how to sieve.
Be choosy. Be so wise, it's audacious.
Stir.

Positive vibrations

Wherever I seem to look, there's no escaping this one. When you're in love, it shows. Oh, yes.
Words have new meanings. The world is beautiful. My skin is clearing up. My smile is wider and I laugh more, smirk less! I like people around me. It's colourful. I pick up phone calls!

Love. My chi is sorted. Thank you very much! :)