Spent a day trying to understand why printer won’t talk to laptop – why laptop won’t even look at printer.
Spent a day delving into computer registers, enabling and disabling policies, downloading drivers.
Spent a day digging deep, persevering, threatening and cajoling.
That was yesterday. Today I am spending with my beautiful son – just loving.
In the high street you turn from Ursula,
that small wreaking bear in a fine old coat:
well worn dichlorobenzenated reminder
of an otherwise wasted life.
Up and down she pads, from dawn to dark,
claws clicking past embarrassed charity,
rather proffering that magnificent maned neck
to the limp lasso of wet and greedy punters.
Her hunted life is heft and loaded into BMWs,
to be stuffed and tipped back later, sore and sober,
that fabulous bear coat torn and taken from her,
the remains of its wilderness scratching at her back.
bottled up by medicine mandate
THOU MUST NOT MASTICATE
tetchy wait for tea