Man O’ My Word aka Be My Hammer, I’ll Be Your Thor

Dear Blog,

 

Hey you! Yes you! Haven’t you heard?

You can count on me – I’m a man o’ my word.

And you’ll believe it, coz I’ve said it, then it’s gotta be true.

You won’t believe me? Fine then – believe you!

You say it more than I do, I know it sounds absurd.

“Ayanda Joe Munikwa, you’re a man o’ your word!”

 

Maybe if we say it enough times it’ll finally happen.

Coz the sheer number of promises I’ve been snapping is amazing!

Now I’m not making excuses, I put that PhD to the side.

I laid down my pride and decided I wouldn’t ever lie.

Even if it’ll save me trouble later, better to stay humble now.

I don’t want to stumble so I’ll mumble, goo goo gaga, ciao.

 

In the future, even now, trust is gold.

So I’m sorry I’ve been missing truth be told.

I said I’d take care of you. I didn’t even forget!

The truth of it is I just chose to neglect…

 

But I’m a man o’ my word. That’s what we said!

So I think it’s time we finally prepared,

For a rollercoaster ride like never before!

Where you will be my hammer and I’ll be your Thor!

Love,

Joe

 

 

Hot!

My clothes are dripping wet.

It is all sweat.

London – the latest desert.

 

I feel the heat.

I must repeat.

I feel the heat.

 

Sun’s bleak.

Socks reek.

Brows leak.

 

Boiling.

Blistering.

Scalding.

Hot!

 

It’s really hot in London right now, relatively speaking at least. I am sure you can tell from the contents of the piece above. I am not overjoyed by the quality but written in one go with the revision of one line I am quite content, for now.

It only came to me when I was on the second “stanza” but I decided to reduce the number of words (exception the second stanza as “the heat” and “repeat” are of equal length phonetically) with each new stanza to indicate decreasing thought capability as the day goes on.

It also rhymes and that makes me very happy.