I need a rest

I am running out of time
While the planet is rushing
On its daily schedule
Across the interstellar void
I am trying to keep in touch
In its whirlwind wake
With my geographically challenged friends
Sending me frantic messages
To make sure we all catch up
We all connect
Starting up with Australians
Strung along the eastern coast
Battling the winter blues to get going
Slowly replaced in the afternoon
By the Indian crowd largely spread out
Across their sultry continent
Devouring life with frenzied enthusiasm
Fading away to let the Europeans
Have their timid say in that hot summer
But already it's time
To get aboard the American news juggernaut
All day long my mind
Skips from one continent to the next
In an unending twirl.
I need a rest.

L. C. Bailliet 

16/7/2013

Wages of sin

I swear I only had four glasses of wine at lunch

Well, I paid for every one of them.

The first one was tasty, clean

 And so refreshing that it called

A second one naturally to follow.

I know I should have stopped there

When my sinuses started to react

And filled with mucus.

When after sipping the third glass

In accompaniment of a good discussion

Of which subject eludes my present mind

My head started to feel like if I found

Myself in a lift going up indifinitively

I know I should have stopped there

But I had the fourth glass with

The almond chocolate pie

It was the heavenly sin of gluttony

Per excellence

But now I have to pay its wages

And bow to the toilet bowl!

L. Bailliet©

22/11/2012

 Je le jure je n’ai bu que quatre verres de vin au déjeuner

Eh bien, j'ai payé pour chacun d'entre eux.

Le premier était clair, fruité

Et si rafraîchissant qu’il a appelé

Le second naturellement à le suivre.

Je sais que j'aurais dû m'arrêter là

Quand mes sinus ont commencé à réagir

Et se remplirent de mucus.

Quand en dégustant le troisième verre

En accompagnement d'une bonne discussion

Dont l'objet échappe à mon esprit actuel

Ma tête a commencé à se sentir

Dans un ascenseur montant indéfiniment

 Je sais que j'aurais dû m'arrêter là.

Mais j'ai eu le quatrième verre avec

La tarte au chocolat aux amandes

C’était le péché de gourmandise céleste

Par excellence

Mais maintenant je dois payer son salaire

Et rendre hommage à la cuvette des toilettes!

L. Bailliet©

22/11/2012