Saturday, November 19, 2011

ASSUMPTIONS


Yes, yes old chap pleeeeased to meeeeet you.  Your accent….  Yooooou’re from heeeere, are yooooou?

Yoooou speeeeak raaaatheeeer gooooood English.  The schoooools here are ooook, are theeeey?

Me? I weeent to Maaaanchester Poly.

Do yooooou know whaaaat thaaat is?  Aaaare theeeere Universities heeeere?

Local as well as American and British.  OK.  OK.  Did yoooou goooo to one of thooose?

University of Oxford then Harvard Business School for your MBA.  OK.  OK.

Thooose are the naaaames of the schoooools heeeere are theeeey?

Oh the ooones in Englaaaand aaand Ameeeericaaaa you say. 

Oh. OHHH……


Rene X

Thursday, November 17, 2011

WELCOME!


Hello.....

Welcome to my Blog.

The Blog takes the format of poems and short stories, hopefully it will make you weep and laugh with equal joy. Some poems are observatory, some are participatory whilst others are historical and political reflections.

Whatever your tastes I hope that you are able to dip into this blog and find something that satisfies your literary tastes.

Once again welcome and thank you for taking the time to read my blog.

Rene X

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

CONVERSATIONS WITH MYSELF

Excuse me but this company has ceased trading.
Could you kindly ask the Client to provide new Trading details.

It’s fine.
No it’s not. This Company does not exist.

B says it’s fine.
It’s not. This Company does not exist.

That’s ok, you can sign it.
No. This Company does not exist.

It’s ok. We know them.
This Company does not exist.

We’ve done work for them before.
Company does not exist.

18 months ago.
Does not exist!

Not as yet we’re still waiting on the payment.
Not exist!

Yes, but it’s hard to get hold of their Accounts Department
Exist!

I know it’s your neck that’s on the line. But it’s ok.
Lord, let me ceased to exist.




Rene X

Sunday, November 13, 2011

FALLING FOR SIRENS

Ladies in black ensembles from days of old,
Faces covered young and old,
Perfumed with Oud, Sandalwood and Musk,
Gather to exact their revenge at dusk.

Floating, flaunting, preening, attracting souls
Who know not the perils to which they capitulate
As though transported from Serium Scopuli to the houses of the Greats
Beside Gucci, Armani, Cavalli. They wait.

Daughters of Achelous & Phorcys
Floating on the soles of Louboutin, Manolo and Choo
With destinies determined, they decide to choose. But who?

An unknown he ambles the marbled halls, hands in pockets.
Passing glances into shinny panes, he does not see.
For winged maidens fill his sight.
Lured and seduced by their perfumed bodies and their dulcet accented tones,
His treacherous feet lead him

The fallen approaches
Watched. But unaware.
He advances. Makes contact. Smiles. Laughs. Touches.
The final touch.
For in the flicker of an eye he is doomed.
Dreams, aspirations, realities, his being, destroyed.

Mutawwa’in! Mutawwa’in! The Committee! They hurriedly whisper.
He protests.
Too late.
“Promotion of virtue and prevention of vice” is the last thing he hears.
He whimpers.
The darkness descends.
His story ends.

Rene X

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

ACCEPTANCE

Here am I, new country, new school,
Eyeing everything and not trying to look the fool.
Rass, backside, chicken foot, whuh, nawh,
Stupsin’ teeth, yatin’ boots, eih bwoy. Oh Boy!

Pardon me, if you please, would you mind awfully.
Excuse me! Excuse me!
Girl is whah yuh wan?
Confused! Confused! Didn’t understand her. Smile. Look friendly. Swallow the fear.
Why am I here?

Oh yes. Focus, focus.
Party tonight! Party tonight?
Bottom House Party Tonight!
Mad max, dub music, malta, shandy, banks beer,
Women in curlers, girls in short skirts, men in string vests, boys in sweat shorts
Oh why am I here?

Home time! Dirk bikes, big bens, mountain bikes. Tow bars!
Dogs barking! Chasing! Ride! Ride! Ride!
Home finally, open gate quietly, a whispered “ah like yuh”, “I like you too”,
Quick peck, heart racing, eyes dancing, head swooning
Off to bed, quiet smile there.
Ohh, I really don’t mind being here.

Rene X