I don’t often write poetry,

I don’t often write poetry, cause I’m crap at it.
For instance, it took me about 3 years to get this moment nailed, and only after I switched perspectives so that essentially it no longer conveys the moment I was trying to capture. It was supposed to be ‘happy’. Now it’s ‘sad’. And I don’t even feel like this anymore. That’s why I can now print it here. (faint smile)

upon exchequer street

the morning’s cold and quiet, the smell
of gasoline drifts strong through foggy streets
my bags are packed, I wait, I’ve seen
the city and the seagulls screech

my memories. my life in bits and pieces:
the corner where I watched him turn
away from me and froze, I think I saw
my tears embedded in concrete.

where once was joy, the ‘happy ring’
when days were sweet with laughter
goodbye to that, goodbye to drinking
whiskey on the quays

goodbye my dublin days, my decade gone,
the years were bittersweet
and friendships end or change
so much we’re strangers when we meet

the day begins, the taxi waits, I leave
behind the day I thought my world complete
and full of love and life it seemed
upon exchequer street

New Dutch GLBT log called

New Dutch GLBT log called ‘Alles uit de kast’ (literally means ‘everything out of the closet’, but it’s also a dutch way of saying ‘let’s give it our all’, nice pun) [ via Stronk ]

The day today: found old eye-measurements, found ‘Pearle‘ website, located nearest Pearle shop at walking distance, went over to have my eyes re-tested after 7 years. Found out the glasses I never wear are too strong for me, that’s why everything looks at odd angles when I wear them (and consequently never do). My eyes have in effect got better. Tried new frames, but decided a haircut would be wise before deciding on a look. So now, like Zeldman, the hair’s cut and looking odd. Apparently I’ve had an 80s head for way too long and was now given a 90s treatment. That means hair is all trendy and ruffled looking. Have to get used to this. Back to the specs shop tomorrow.