Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions in the Armpit of Diogenes by DINGO the DISSIDENT binge-thinker here since 2008.

Tuesday 31 October 2023

Soon, I see faces

every time I leave my house
Our lives are crowded with faces
that read like made-up languages
the minds behind them
as inscrutable as those of cats

and my own mind
mysterious to myself
like a fronded rock-pool

What happened where was I
in that first year of life
Was it fog-blindingly terrible
and why, in my
mother-agonisingly 'maladjustment'
did I not start wondering
till I was 81

and why did I never once mind being fatherless ?

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