Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions, an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since 2008 .

Friday 1 November 2024

Ten hours a day.

Bed.
I wake in it almost suicidal
and go back to it14 hours later
quite chirpy and bright.
My dreams are chaotic and
interesting, rarely scary; 
and I don't at all mind getting up
five times to pee in the night.

Up.
I am outraged
that someone referred to me
at the market as that old man.

I'd rather be called an ammonite.



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