Dog, as a devil deified, lived as a god

Dogma: I am God
Never odd or even
Do geese see God?
Don't nod

God saw I was dog
Ah, Satan sees Natasha
Go deliver a dare, vile dog!
Don't nod

Kay, a red nude, peeped under a yak
Madam, in Eden I'm Adam
Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo
Don't nod

Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas!
Evil did I dwell; lewd I did live
Dammit, I'm mad!
Don't nod




I wrote this a few months ago for my own pleasure: for an arts and literature group I was part of; for the satisfaction of creating a palindromic 'poem'; to test my abilities as not just a blatherskite but also as chronicler of individually unimportant utterances coalescing into a salmagundi of persiflage (rant) ...

[The gang rape and murder of a young, female, medical student on a bus has been headline news recently; those words originally opened this post but have been moved to my gallimaufry 'JK...etc' as it developed into a chapter on my ethics! ¿Why don't we return to toasting testicles? ‒ we're no longer civilised]

I'm in limbo...several limbos really; pertinent definitions are a: a place or state of restraint or confinement ‒ as an alcoholic in recovery I must be aware & take care b: a place or state of neglect or oblivion ‒ I'm still recovering from toxic neuropathy c: an intermediate or transitional place or state ‒ here or d: a state of uncertainty ‒ the polychotomy of ¿What next?

So, thanks to Jules' post reminding me about New Year resolutions, I will post mine omitting the perennials of stopping smoking etc. :

considering I hold the miriad of all but two, minor, certificates of competence I could return to being an 'Old Man of the Sea' on yachts ‒ some of the owners are still alive, just, for references ‒ but see 'a' above ;

or stay here i. I should recover reasonably good health by the year end, serendipitously the same moment I should consider leaving this abode but I could procrastinate, but see 'b' above (b for boring), if nothing else my life has not been boring ‒ it drives me mad ... boredom that is ;

or stay here ii. I could continue hitting my, now mushy, head against the brick wall surrounding 'working with ADS/EBD etc. youths', but see 'c' above ;

or, having been invited to Turin by a friend, to move there to try teaching English to native adults, see 'd', aftermath unknowable.

¿The Resolution? I will make a decision by the end of March. Only one but a critical one, easy in a way, almost no baggage, no home, no children...

Tempting thought. Happy New Year.

PS Global warming has opened The North West Passage to yachts and numerous owners are exploring high latitude parts ‒ away from the crowd.

PPS Buy the book - Extinct Boids, Ralph Steadman's birds are unbelievable.