"and" This is a poem describing people and mini dramas passing by the bench in the park where I had taken my m&s lunch bits to eat in the sunshine. I love people-watching, and am an innate nosey-parker busy-body. And I love ideas and words - always too many! - as much almost as I love my music, and my notes! - too many notes! [as the emperor said .... ignorantly].
The park is the Borough Gardens, so close that it is like an extension to our own little garden. The picture is of West Walks when the old railings had been removed, prior to the restoration.
and you’ll be able to stay with dad some times says the fat non-mum to the sulking unloved child whose sun was hidden grey nowhere else to go poor girl divided by the ignored wisdom of solomon the so-called wise and I start to eat my sun is shining here in the friendly park the flowers and sleepy lazy to be yet not two bees but dying wasp on dry wood and four girls eight legs saunter thigh by my averting gaze each pair fatter than the last crisp in the packet and I eat my vegetable 25% fat and obese one-pound-skinny- belsen-boy-samosa from m&s and the little girl is cross and screaming sad inside the prison of her care-less family that is the question whether tis nobler to stay together for the sake of the kids who have no say and I drink my friend’s fear of daughter’s pulmonary artery op to come bless southampton general fruit smoothie again from m&s in the friendly and not-so-friendly park my ideas of life of death of dying wasp and of me. me and dying. and the pain. and the rest. and two tall too tall for me boys-yet-men one with squashed ear saunter bye bye and from lunch break bach to work in my mp3 in a funked-up way and the kaleidoscope of nursery rhymes too fill my world with joy less the parky pain and not at all the pain the pain of the unloved inconvenient little girl and the fat non-mother and the 25% fat-stat and the earlobe-less man-boy and the fate-fearful dad and I bin my thoughts and rubbish my bits and my bobs and wander neurologically speaking back to base to work and rumination post samosa and my picnic in the friendly yet maybe not so friendly park