ECHO 9/3/06

WHAT A WASTE

Fresh ground organic espresso blend coffee ready through a stovetop
The miserable face of a co-habitee in the morning
A giant pizza box in the kitchen forced into a bin too small
Urban birds don’t return often to a garden feeder
He never calls me by my name, only ‘Dude’
Is my life becoming too small?
A horizon on the floor of a train
Two peacocks at Canada Water, possibly plastic

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Strange that A. converses in clichés and epithets: ‘a day is what you make it’ – ‘seize the day’ etc. Even stranger is why he feels the need to impart them to me. Does he believe he should try to teach me a lesson? I can’t help wondering if these are, in reality, things he is trying to remind himself of. He knows nothing of my day after all, what I do at work or play – he can’t even remember my name calling me ‘mate’ or ‘dude’ all the time (I mean do I look like a dude?). Maybe he arrogantly believes that he is better than me in some way? Or that there is a territorial battle that needs to be fought between two males newly living in close proximity? His father is an archdeacon so perhaps this is hereditary sermonizing?