PART 09


I fault and recall a time
Well into the 50's
Well every 1.50pm just
After lunch I would
Drag myself out just
Because my eyes
Needed it's lunch

I needed to know
My actions were not necessarily gross
I was just tuned to a separate pace of life

PART 08

If I were a doctor
Of-course I would differ
Cause the rate of change
I dare not infer
Is not enough to make you cringe



Now like I said I walked in
And then I saw Zhayang
I did not say a word
Cause I was not in for the Perfumery
But I found a way to meet her.

Immediately that is
For every event and eventually
she gave me a James Bond
''SkyFall'' Sample

When I asked her
After she did audit ''her''
If she thought I smelled
''Sweaty''

True....hectic
But it was not that simple

PART 07

I recall how hard I was
Shook not shackled
But heckled.....one
Summer morn
when the winter was receding
And it was no use
Pretending I could beat the flu's cure

I had walked in unannounced
With a Prescription from Dr Buck
For a flu jab
And all that

But it was actually an Oral Inoculation

Lets skip the pretense
I know not about
Virals nor Parasites
But I know what
May be Parasitic


I mean if you feed on a meal
That has only just fermented
It does not necessarily
Make you sick

PART 06

Zhayang was a lady I met
When life was well gone and mostly spent
Some where in half way Tralee
She works in a perfumery
A place called Perfumery

There is a fictional mystery
About this Place
Fictional because it is not true
It was about a gentleman Rahim
And of-course a man you know who

PART 05

Being that the Philosophy
Was across board in the faculty
And that whatever applies to one Scholar
As a rule applies to all scholars

Now what applied to my scholarship
Is that I was asked to withdraw
From the faculty of Technology
Asked to step down to
The Science Faculty
Cause I was short one unit of course credit

PART 04

Let me explain what my faith
would have been like
Had I not noted a recording
''Nothing just happens'' the Preacher did say
And I Oliver never did
Get a second helping


But Perhaps I did
In some sense of it
In as much as I could
not decide

The die was cast
The Philosopher was tasked
And my hands
Both hands were tied

On a Monday morning
On a certain day
Lets say the 5th of 6th
A man of Godly mirth
A man of a local and elderly seat
Did have the diction to say
That it would make sense...if
The dean recedes on his policy

PART 03

In case I find myself a pot of Gold
Let it not be that all would be sold
I* need a bit of Ornament's shine
A bed, a table, a chair.....
Recline

A hoist A joist
A post A poise
I cannot live a beggar's scorn
To lead To truss
To plead To force
An non-encouraging swoon


Perhaps if I recall correctly
The Preacher did preach succinctly
But I could not get a sense of faith
I beckoned, I reckoned
I taunted, I reckoned
My faith became a fame

PART 02

Now I know it may be a tall tale
To keep within a reasonable scale
My very present sense of urgency
Being that all is not Multiplicity

But a pinch of variety
With a sense of sobriety
I beg to keep my face

Five by 3 hundred and 65.....and 2
I have kept my sole self
Watching my yard
Wishing on a whole shelf

Going through Dissent
Money well spent
Stumbling on a beckon's Grand
''I could use one''

PART 01

The Reason I hope To see Zhayang
Is to communicate with her
The only time I asked after her
And the time She spent in the weekend

She frowned

I thought I was on a trespass
I thought I was mistaken


But now I know better
That I heed not, need not
Disturb her.

And Perhaps I would be
Able to receive her !