Haiku

Listen carefully

The cold plastic ocean sings

slightly out of tune

-Job

Capri

Boat trip Caremar

Packed with daytrippers

A school day out

for Scottish teachers.

Marina Grande gelato

walking in the sun.

Overpriced.

Tiled decorations painted

yellow and blue.

Medieval monastery.

Blue sea swimmers

boots along the shore.

Overpriced

Coffee. Insalata. Cola too.

Anacapri piazza and pizza.

Delicious.

White buildings viewing-point

with lemons.

Bus beeps swinging up hill.

Limoncello.

Pushy waiters don’t like cranky tourists.

Boat back sleepy.

Feet ache.

So that was Capri.

-Job

 

 

Sorrento

Orange trees

fight with the street.

Dogs park

under umbrella pine trees.

Mount Vulcan threatens

blue coast sea.

Windy old roads climb

over suitcases.

Lemon groves cover

mountain green terraces.

Angelo kisses hands with lady diners.

Sorrento.

-Job

Our imagined India. 

Noise,

Tigers, 

Tikka 

and Marigold hotels, 

Full of jolly old people outstaying their lives.

Yoga,

Gurus, 

Sitars 

and slums. 

Sometimes crowded call centres. 

Always poor. 

Never 

slick suits

Or Mercedes C-Class. 

Job

Socrates On Work

Socrates suddenly became animated, put down his pint, stood up off his stool and raised his voice. 
‘Of course work is a moral issue’ he said ‘If you choose not to work and draw the dole instead you have made an immoral choice. You have placed the burden of your life on someone else. That’s not fair. That’s immoral. You have knowingly chosen the wrong thing. That’s obviously unjust to everyone who does work.’
The whole pub turned to look our direction. I was embarrassed and kept my head down. 
-Job