The Coffin Jock

She is a coffin jock, well you never heard an undertaker described in those terms before, did you, the old man is studying a catalog, it’s full of glossy images of coffins. The waiting room in the undertakers is playing mourning music, Vivaldi’s four seasons he thinks, he is not sure, he thumbs the brochure. Mandy is waiting for him to choose his box, the oak Kingdom comes in at 4,000, but it has real silk lining and an air cushioned pillow that is guaranteed to last five years, so the scribble beneath says. He looks over at Mandy, he is a shrewdie, always asks, seeks value in everything.

How can you prove it?

What she smiles

It says here the air cushion is guaranteed for five years, how is that so!

She has the answer ready, she explains. NASA uses long lasting power capsules to ensure the thing, the spaceship stays supported when it loses contact with the home base, our manufacturers have taken a leaf out of their technology and encapsulated it in the power cushion, meaning, you will never have to worry about a good nights sleep once you go under.

Why did I ask he wonders. The previous month, he was at a get prepared presentation, a meeting for those interested in preparing for the end of life, originally supposed to be a lawyers benefit, the seminar being sponsored by a large firm, it was aimed at getting the oldies to take up or update their last will and testament. Old Bill decided he’d smooch along for the fun of it, he’d already left the bulk of his estate to an old folks home, on condition they spent the money, on entertainment services for his old friends, a way of saying thanks to them all. Coffins were far from his mind. A week later he gets the news, good news. At the seminar there was a raffle, and why not, Bill wins it, the prize, a free coffin.

How long have you been a coffin Jock he says, at the end of the brochure, about to close it..

Did I hear right she thinks, did he say coffin jock!

Solomon sighed, so much effort in preparing for the last act and so little effort put into the entire performance, maybe old shaky spear was right, the world is a stage.

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The Numbers Game

The blood pressure indicator, 180 over a hundred, and he is only twenty five, the surgeon assumes he has had an overdose of cocaine, the nurse waits for the instructions, how many mills doc, serious Broklyn accent, the needle in her hand, a smile on her tilted face, red lipstick on, the fancies the doctor, they had a fling once, what about the near stiff on the gurney, she casts a half glance, seen that before, a numbers game she sighs, and do I have a number for you doc, you are my number one. Callous or what, she gets up at six in the morning if she is lucky, meaning a weekend, on a weekday, she rises at four thirty, the traffic you see, is busier. She dolls herself in her cute uniform, dons some sweet smelling stuff , in a couple of hours time, she will be changing their nappies and smelling their shit, we all need a break.

The lord says, the preacher is on the pulpit, talking about the ways of the Most High, talking, he has a big speech to give to a few politicians later, they are coming over for a private blessing, some new start, the beginning of the next session of congress, he has an appeal to make, but first he must get done with this lot. A numbers game, going from crowd to crowd, the elite have the dollars, the masses give him the credibility, numbers.

Solomon read the news, numbers, numbers, the cost of everything, the price of oil,. the speed of the car, the time of day, numbers, numbers, turns the channel, the social life of a diva, well, what is a diva, someone with lots of numbers after their bank account seemingly, otherwise, strange he thought, listening to numbers. He wondered why there was a book of numbers in the old testament only, and not in the new testament, numbers, it put a price and a limit on everything. How was it possible to stop thinking about numbers, since all it did was remind you, of all the numbers you were short. Size twelve wants to be a size ten, six foot wants to be six two, five five wears implants, and the 36D wants to become a 38DD chest, numbers, could they think of something else, other than numbers!.. what else is inside their heads, coffee and biscuits maybe?

Customs become laws….

How do some practices come into existence, simply, they are repeated and normalized, when done on a small scale they are called cults, when done on a large scale, they become laws, when annexed to a democracy, they become a constitution, when it comes to changing them, it causes great anxiety for all. How some laws come into existence, why have they lasted so long, these practices, when a simple word, like the intention of the law, inserted in every constitution, would allow some form of wisdom to grow.

Ageing world, children under stress, women denied basic rights, mankind robbed of their input, looking east or west, it was the ancient systems, that were causing so much trouble for all, when it ought to have been so simple.

Where ever the wise were hiding, it was time for them all to open up, and admit it, the problems of customs passed on, and the trouble it caused us all.

Solomon read the tabloid, the usual suspects, the image repository been given the mother load, wisdom totally ignored, as they tried to rise the ire of many, and depress those who saw through it all.

“the intention of the law” .. how simple is that clause, bad news for lawyers you suppose!, and those who enforce control, through those same narrow laws.

Feeling Sorry….

Tired day long night had too much did a bit too much stuff, head hurts, sleep unruly, facing the day, another Monday, difficult getting out of bed, I really want to get out of my head, the world is mean and I am feeling sorry for myself, what have i done to deserve this, crunch, the world revolves around me, cause all there is, is me, my problem, thinking about nobody but myself, the root of my problems. Reaching for the medication, it’s not prescribed, two pills later on your feet, thinking about going to work, is there something i missed. The coffee is sharp, the brain unwinds, do the teeth, thought of having a shower, a splash of deodorant will cover the smell, get me through to the evening.

The stairwell is navigated, soon your on the street, rush along, where is the nearest transport, you don’t feel like walking, then you rush across the street, it’s busy, you’ve done in a thousand times, rushed, you get a thrill out of danger, the white shit you suck up your nose, mixed with rat poison to get you a little higher, when did you last read the contents of any medical product, probably never, you just accept the doctors advice. The kids are unruly in the car, she turns around, the latest scream from the three year old, ear shattering, too much, she wants to give him a …bang crash, he slides into the path of the car, slipped on a banana skin, she is unable to react, you go under the car, crunch, you hear your bones shatter…. the light, they are all around you, you can see can’t hear, feeling sorry…

Solomon lazed over a coffee, it had been a tiring day, the usual suspects were at it again, selling fear and anxiety, as if trying to unhinge him, selling him their habits, as if trying to be helpful. He goes through the day, it was exciting in parts, he enjoyed the banter, the way a smart politician enjoys a debate, he was listening, adding bits and pieces, not trying to over indulge. The bathroom is busy, two no hopers sniffing their heads off, well, they started behind everyone else, education poor and their parents alcoholics, feeling sorry.

On the street, he is there, it’s been a rough life, over reacting to the abuse passed on, the sentence a long one, we’ll make an example shouts the judge, the domineering father, church sponsored most of it if the religious would only admit it, his bags with him, all his possessions, slept with those just as unfortunate, while 25 trillion rests off short, and five times that elsewhere; the old man smiles, Solomon asks for a light, he needs is buzz too, we are all in this together, walks on. Feeling sorry, no shower, no bed, no place to put your things, right in front of you, how many just pass and say nothing at all, afraid of contagion. Then the woman taking over the duties of the priest cause the priest did an elvis and never showed up, how things change so quickly, feeling sorry, do something about it, for someone else, amen, your deeds determine who you are, amen. when three meet in my Name, the Father is there with you, words of Jesus, you are not alone. Solomon sighed, the nights he spent on Knock hill with the two old boys, the stuff you remember, and all the big talk shit that means nothing at all, just as the Father said.