Early Lunch
Wouldn’t have a clue what yesterday’s panic was about
Today everything feels calm
& yet yesterday I could barely breathe
See severe anxiety’s chemical not meaningful
It will be often triggered by meaning
But in no way is it like the red hare lying dead by
the side of the road
Wanting to get away from rhetoric
It got hit by a truck following the laws of physics
Now I don’t know if the truck driver
Said the hypocritical settler statement “got ya, ya bastard!”?
(about so called 'invasive species')
Or whether he just didn’t see the hare in the dark?
Some people have strange attitudes to life & death
Actually no doubt we all do
A meat eater like me
Or a vegan in favour of, at all costs, biodiversity
A soldier in the field
A surgeon or a palliative nurse
A son or daughter of a dying person
A morner, “what are we eating at the wake?”
& then like Chagall
I like this painting the best
Because it has layered multiple realities in visual
language
It’s not conceptual art
One idea
Why not just write an essay?
Of course because few read
Beyond their phones
Too rhetorical AGAIN!
It happens when I don’t concentrate
Or I’m somewhat fatigued
Or hungover
& I left a whole paella at my mate’s place
& I’m hungry
Would it be rude just to lob over unannounced
& say “how about an early lunch?”
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.
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