Adventure in the Old City

On the steps of the university
He opened a matchbox
Out stepped a scarab, querulous at first,
Then scurried off towards the setting sun.

‘He has gone to collect the day.
He’ll be back soon,’ said the boy.
And he played a guitar, waiting
For grey on the orange stones

His friend returned, and rested
In the box listening joyful
While stars splashed drunk through fountains
And the cafe square grew quiet.

Time came when the boy slept,
Again the beetle crept out
It flew east over the city
Bringing home the dawn.

Coypright Debbie Gallagher 6.4.2014

Synesthesia

I have this. I have always had it. I thought it was normal, I thought this was usual perception until it was defined as a 'thing' on True Detective. Now I know.

It's brilliant...as is True Detective at the moment. There was one close up of MM last night that made me sit up; not his horsey/afghan hound style handsome-ness, which is whatever, but a point at which he was all shadow and age and sinew, ugly-beautiful, and not designed to appeal. Interesting.

My brain has a few problems. But it also has some excellencies. I like it.

Darkness and Light Fine Erotic Art

...is a group on Facebook I have been invited to join, by which I mean a chum has added me and it is now down to me to leave if I don't like it.

There are two beautiful photographs on the site, and the rest is trying very hard.

I can't work out what's older, me or the cliche list.

Either way it's dull. Sorry me old mucca, it's bloody dull.