JOTTINGS
Folded paper and scribbled notes
Mutterings of my cluttered mind
Things to do I hope to remember
The memory club, I’m a member
If not, then that’s why I will find
Ideas are sheep, words are goats
Jottings serve as an aide-memoire
Notes to self, so that I won’t forget
Phone numbers or reference codes
My brain cannot handle such loads
I haven’t sorted through them yet
Mental logbooks can only go so far
A thought is ethereal, like vapour
If written, it serves as an anchor
Words can be both meat and rind
Helpful, especially if underlined
Minds turn slow, like an oil tanker
That’s why I get it down on paper
Remember this? On March 24, 1989, the Exxon Valdez oil tanker hits a
reef in Alaska's Prince William Sound, resulting in an enormous oil spill.
Though there were no human victims of the crash, hundreds of miles
of pristine coastline became coated with oil and thousands of sea birds, mammals and fish perished in the disaster.
Master of Disaster
At games may be hard to master
Difficult and you did have a disaster
What up next will they try to cook
That like this whole world was shook
And off the wall fell all of our plaster.
James Horn
We didn't go abroad this year, we had our summer holiday
Here in the UK where it had rained all summer long.
We scuba dived in the sea but it was dead, devoid of all
Life; we walked the coastal path to where the bungalow
Fell in the sea last year, near to the wreck of the oil tanker
That ran aground in a winter storm.
On the only dry day we had we went for a picnic sitting
In a meadow beneath an oak tree but there were no wild
Flowers, and no bees either; even the Holly Blue's didn't show.
Only the soft noise of fracking in a nearby field. Cows that once
Graced that field now stand farting and eating their lives away
In a shed that's part of a factory farm.
On our last day we sat in the cafe eating cod and
Chips, cod caught in the Irish Sea loaded with
Caesium 137 and strontium 90 that had been seeping
Out of Sellafield nuclear power station over the years.
We could have had the Pacific tuna irradiated from the
Fukushima fall-out but preferred the cod.
Stroking Alsatian / Oil tanker sails past, huge joy / Woof! Tasty meal, you
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