Emergency

I have recently been writing poetry with more frequency and intensity. I have dabbled with free verse for a number of years, much like a blind man would dabble with oils on canvas. But following my haiku stint, which is still going strong, i have taken up free verse with some more vigour.

Today, I am in a very weird, almost perturbed mood, and I wrote this:


Emergency

In solitude,
I need
the edge,
wild and dangerous,
and alive.

A life
of trysts
and
adventures
haunts my dreams
in wake
and
sleep.

Clutching
at my desk,
to survive
the mundane
trying to be
calm.

Useless bloody mantras.

Feigning
calm,
contained
anger
bubbles and boils
and
boils bubbles
in the ulcer-pierced
cauldron
of my
stomach.

I want out!

‘Excuse me, sir.
Which way’s the exit?
Tell me, please,
please
tell me
now.

This is an emergency!’



Fortunately I am meeting a friend for coffee, so that should sort out the sullen mood!

Gozo weekend break… finally!

This weekend was a total blast! Went to Gozo with Lars and Er. Woke up at bloody 7 am on a Saturday to catch the 9 am ferry (‘to make the best of it!’ as Lars in her “infinite wisdom”, put it…) but it was totally worth it!

Spent the weekend mostly reading, listening to Asian fusion tunes, partying and relaxing in the triple room of a 4-star hotel in Marsalforn. We also managed to get some exercise done as we went swimming (obviously in the hotel’s indoor pool, which wasn’t half as warm as I was hoping…) Saturday evening, after going for a pizza in Xlendi, the girls and I went to this club called XS where DJs Pierre Cordina and Carlo Borg Bonaci were mixing the decks, and we had a good, albeit somewhat baffling time! A couple of Gozitan specimen of the male sex tried to pick us up – as we gathered, after much mindboggling linguistic deconstruction, as we couldn’t understand what they were saying… They have a v strong accent there… ho hmmm.

We spent lots of time driving round Malta’s sister island, which is untainted by excessive over-urbanisation, traffic hell, etc. We managed to get lost a couple of times along our ‘road trip’ (I know it’s probably impossible for anyone to get lost in Gozo… it’s so small…)

Sunday we went to Dwejra for ice-cream, and started making our way to the Mgarr Harbour. When Er pulled the pre-paid return tickets our of my car's glovecompartment, we discovered that the liquid air freshener, which I had detached from the car fan (due to Er's asthma) had leaked all over the tickets! Gaaah! Fortunately the barcodes were still legible and after some explaining to the booth attendant and lots of embarrassed / hysterical giggling we managed to get through! By the time we got back home on Sunday afternoon, we were too tired to do much of anything!

I soooo needed a break… But it’s Monday again… Oh well!