Early lunch, no breakfast today.
Liver and bacon,
opaque oil wet onions,
a small wedge of pear,
and the bloody celts
all over the telly:
golden smelly barbars,
firewheels of dire consequence,
cold spaghetti carbonara,
topped off with the chief kulak’s scalp.
Going for a swim under the ice,
feeling the brill krill electrify my skin
in vast passing shoals.
My life as a camera