Saturday, February 11, 2017

LOGIC & CHANCE




a young man read somewhere about microfinancing
googled it
went to a microloan site
with the intention of lending 25 US dollars
the sort of money
he might otherwise have spent on coffee for a week

at the website he had to choose
man or woman ?
woman, they’ re more disadvantaged
which continent ?
no way to choose really
which business sector ?
agriculture, so many people are starving

he clicked and the website served him up a list with photos of women involved in agriculture in the Lebanon
he had selected that country
because of vague memories of reading in the Bible about Lebanese cedar
and because of stronger memories of smoking Lebanese red as a teenager
so he clicked on the image of a Lebanese woman
who was short of 25 dollars funding for a loan to purchase livestock

thus in a country some six thousand kilometers away
a woman called Nadine received a loan totalling two and a half thousand dollars
she hoped to prosper
she dreamed of some measure of financial and personal independence

of her four brothers
one, fervently anti- Western, disapproved very strongly of women working,
of Lebanese people receiving money from foreigners
one was indifferent,
one was jealous – if only he had that money he could get cut in on various illegal ventures that a friend of his was involved in
and the fourth, well he hardly ever spoke,
no-one knew how he felt about anything

one afternoon the four brothers
met and sat discussing their sister’ s life
they were drinking tea
chain-smoking cigarettes
and her life hung on a thread

and that particular woman survived
it transpired
that her brothers
grumblingly accepted the situation

Saturday, February 04, 2017

A MOTORBOAT

lights of the tourist town reflected on the dark waters
henry was walking towards the café
where men and women were talking loudly, and drinking wine,
live music was playing
he stopped
took the broad stone steps down to the water

a motorboat there
was calling him

his eyes took in the outboard motor,
the boards where he could sit
the small pronged anchor in the bows

he laid his wallet and his cell phone on the step
got into the boat
pulled the cord on the motor
cast off
and set out towards the sea

he knew not where he was heading
he suspected he would not last long

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

WATERWHEELS

and when he says i love you
is that description
or performance ?

and when she sits alone in the kitchen
drinking coffee from a mug
looking out of the window
is she play acting ?
and for whom ?

i watch ricardo lighting a cigarette
as his stocky legs carry him forwards to his parked car
i catch a glimpse of  a reflection of a shadow of another´s life

i need some cord, a few balls of string and a well-weathered stone
to join me to this world

Thursday, March 17, 2016

IF NOT ME, BROTHER, SISTER

So I write every day
on my brain screen
not my world, not my world
as water trickles and plants are growing
this my world consists of basic nonsense
political, historical, social developments
personal events, drama, emotions
pass me by
pass me by
a beggar
too proud to beg
a beggar
eyes not seeing, heart not pumping
words not speaking
an unordered house
i hope and trust
that you are doing better !

Wednesday, March 09, 2016

Realisation

after the news came
she closed the shop
went upstairs
felt suddenly very tired
am i not who i was yesterday ?
she hurled a glass to the floor

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

At a place

John Addleton drank some coffee, but it was already tepid, so he set the cup aside. He stroked his moustache and as he sat at his desk, waiting, sentences formed and occupied his mind "I have to go right back", "a play without meaning", "we don´t connect", "where is my mummy?" At five to ten, he checked his tie, pen, briefcase, the shine on his leather shoes, he blew his nose, opened the door and walked towards the chamber. Others milling around outside : "good to see you, Addleton old man, may I introduce ......?","in my opinion just get rid of them, and fast"," how are the children doing ?" "budgetary constraints are all voluntary, as you know." They went inside for the debate, which produced few surprises. At one point Addleton realised that the voices were still in his head " go right back, you have to go right back, right back to the start." At which point he coughed and his coughing, exacerbated by the dry air in the chamber, was so persistent that he had to go out so as not to overly disturb proceedings. He sat on a wooden chair by the door, handkerchief in hand, his eyes wet. It looked a little bit like he had been crying. Two cleaning ladies went by with their mops and brooms and once safely out of earshot laughed at him :" looks like someone stole his favorite toy, poor old Mr. Addleton."

Thursday, October 29, 2015

UNDER THE FULL MOON

4 in the morning
asleep on the roof
i wake
moon like a lightbulb
clouds like bedsheets
a dream serves up a reality

she had been swimming naked near the rocks
i bring her a towel that scarcely covers her
she walks over to the young man
her hand reaches inside his loose trousers
pulls out his cock
she takes it in her mouth and starts sucking
moon face serious, concentrated, satisfied
me shocked that she does this while all are watching
and jealousy bites me cold
did i bring her a towel for this ?