There’s a force between them, a push that moves him outside and her within. It’s in the way she teaches him to remember - how he shows her to forget. His eyes are grey and indigo - the way a storm’s sky might appear swallowed by shallow salt water; blue the way she was the first day he first appeared. Two shades like her affection for life; fading pink on the surface - scarlet in the place that only he can see. And it’s only getting...
a foggy dusk of what and was His whistle. Threw my branches. Far from the tree. Where I belong. And I remember how the wind tasted. Queensland winter prick. Where people start to phone in sick. I called to let you know. I haven’t been feeling well lately. There is no skin on my knees. Left to be torn. Purple kneecap scars. Replace what doesn’t seem far. When (day) becomes (night)… The day You called me Baby. interrupted viewing of your...
11.53pm ... just made it. buttoning snaps I can’t break our body Clocks. Your 5 o’clock disguise. My 3am surprise. See we aren’t supposed To be (in)different. I stomp loudly and free. Like we’re never Separate. I won’t shed A tear for any year. But I fear Whenever you are near. It becomes Impossible to be here. With no clear steer Of if I will ever Appear. I guess. I never. Stop to consider Right? From wrong Treatment reciprocated....
I've heard before that madness is love and love is madness. Either or, both generate fabulous poetry. I never realized how much the Cummings and Whitman and Shakespearean poems I read as a kid shaped my youthful existance. No wonder I'm such a sap. Tonight I burned lavender incense and stared at the stars. french kisses reminisce of the way you taste Did you not think You’d miss the swish Of these hips. The way… how I… t -w i -s t...
Scratch Melbourne. Moving a few buildings closer to work for a brief period. Many buildings closer... I'm moving to a building and I'm not leaving without some sort of published item that has 'book' attached to whatever you choose to call it... 'self published' book 'gretchen cello's' book 'worst' book 'ever'. I need to sort it out. At this stage... it's really just about content. I got more content than 'joe mama' as my father would say. I've...