by Andrew Watkins
PS Happy New Year!
Where fishermen cast their nets in the hope of rich reward
is a place not too far from our own shore called invisible shore.
God denotes to the trained eye a change in depth or of saline density.
But to our own, it’s difficult to tell that anything has changed at all.
Currents swirling and the swell rolling and the waves lapping at the sides of the boat tell little.
Well, we could be anywhere in Gods own sea twenty or so miles from land. But then a knock at the place where
there should only be sea water green deep and dark. At the bottom of the boat. Knock. Knock.
The Skipper smiles while telling the crew to keep their eyes open wide and then it happens.
We are lifted clear of the water by 20 or thirty feet and where there was sea below us in now rock sand and gravel and we are perched atop some previously underwater rock. This new land spreads out for perhaps two hundred meters around us
And all about us are shoals of landed fish. The sun shines brightly against the barnacles on the rocks glistening and sparkling. A fish flips over. A paradise just waiting to be found.
Image courtesy Andrew Watkins ©2016
Moving like a robot, in between
My thoughts like an octopus
See image for details
The rest is missing
somewhere in the past
Nothing more to say
Come back for artificial intelligence!
Great image!Made in Paint.NET Beyond Limits. Thanks!
Created In Paint.net. Image from Aspirations.
Words suddenly seem weaker than me, I need am image to be reckoned with
I tried to draw a fist of defiance but ended up with something that looked nothing like a fist. In fact, it did not look like anything except maybe a foot. Perhaps I should just stick with the words. I hate this, I hate that, this confuses me, this is obvious deception, do they think I was born fucking yesterday?
I need more locks. I need CCTV. And this is only to protect me. not to take me forwards anywhere. If anything is stopping its redrawing the maps when some FUCKING WIERDO WHO DOESNT KNOW HES BORN and his brother turn up and start shouting the odds.Fucking assholes.
Fucking idiots. Fucking low brow wierdo.
Can I finish yet? Are you entertained? Am I not merciful? (the last one was a joke:-)
Fucking Silmarillion, Fucking Television, Fucking…
Just cook me fucking dinner bitch.
And get down on your fucking knees.
I want to show you the breeze.
Open your mouth wide
and feel it on your teeth fillings
This is the cold wind of change and on it is what I am
Now get up and get me some Jam.
For my sandwich Of Jam and HamBoneTaramasalata
I will not stick to the fucking knitting
Fuck you and the boat you rode in on
I will continue to test myself, to expand my boundaries
to experiment, to explore, to find new writing ground.
Now crawl back under your drone cover there’s men at work.