...

Attack of the noise tweet ringing high-pitched fuzz police...

Dreaming of small nocturnal marsupials burrowing under the blankets, stay warm little creatures. Stay warm...

I.K. Estbon

...

Self-criticised thoughts seep into those pickled tomatoes you put away last season and slowly infuse themselves with the rich tuscan flavours that you intend to delight yourself with at a latter and as yet unspecified date. The day comes when you serve up a meal to hungry-eyed guests with generous sauces and pastas and tomatoes thrown through, jars left opened in the sink, they gobble it down mashing and masticating noisily. Dripping glooping over chin-wobbles. They start to feel terrible. Some well aged self-criticism was the flavour to spoil an otherwise rich evening.

I.K. Estbon

08JUN10

is nothing majestic?
fish speak
open-mouthed warning gulps
warming waters and lost brothers

sister, sister
come nearer
the fear of shadows and
dement undertakings of
corporations leaves us dry

pragmatic solutions to
worlds pollutions from
human resolutions

slip away silently into the night
wake in fright, tears drip
for every candle that we light
is nothing majestic?

...

Simple joy...

Sample joy...

I.K. Estbon

06JUN10

oh misery, those miserable people
implicitly drowning in their
----self-lost confidence
----(inner correspondence)
reality, driven through the body
withered, ageing, tattered
till damage shows in
slow-healing welts and bruises

thin probing fingers stuck like
stalks atop gnarly hands reach
out at future shadows just for
the feel of what may become
of ones future woes and
where ones misery grows

...

A fragile tether, a link, a chain...

Struggling, straining, compressed and expanded...

It breaks, it heals, it forms, it pulls...

We tug, destroy, create... Destroy... Remake...

I.K. Estbon