Wednesday 3 December 2014

I apologise. There once was a time when it could flow from my virtual lips. And it would be half arsed decent. 

When men would email for all that I wrote and women would swoon with sweet words that I picked. There was a well that I tapped. And it ran dry. 

But I refuse for it to be the only. So give me grace. Give me time. 

Give me standing on each street corner. Looking for you. 

Give me me time. Hearing you after you've died in a car accident that I know you wanted. 

But there's a girl in the parking lot.


Friday 21 November 2014

Waning


With your charm, I keep allowing you
To sleep in my bed
While I watch the condoms wane.
I climb in, next to the man that I once knew.

And then
We move
To different places
To different facebook statuses
You still demand
How are your plants you’re taking your knives perhaps you shouldn’t have left the couch remember that sleeping bag that you gave me because you'd like it back
While I wane

I find myself
Self publishing
Ceaseless questioning of memories jailed in my head

Not really?
You didn’t really?
But you really did.

And I’m alone
And I can't hate you. Despite what they tell me to do. 

And now your Facebook status reads differently
And I’m alone
Without all of it

I walk home differently
I walk home. So much alone. So freed. With jailed memories. And I don’t think you care. Because you have your knives and your sleeping bag and your answers and your new woman and your forgiveness.
And I have

Memories
Of two years
Of climbing into bed
Next to you
Knowing
What I just read on your phone.
Of watching the condoms wane. 



*Actually, this wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Given the amount of alcohol in me when written and how little I remembered of it (nothing) and how long it took me to brave looking (2 weeks). Could be A LOT better though. I'll keep trying. 

Friday 3 October 2014

We Regret to Announce



Programming will resume at the cessation of one overdue degree. In approximately one month. But lets not get ahead of ourselves just yet. 

Please do not hesitate to visit. 

In the meantime, have a photo... 



Wednesday 17 September 2014

It's just a broken heart


Can I ask
I was wondering
I didn't want to
I'd assumed
Have you
OMG are you two
We just heard
They were asking
Long time! It seems
It's so sad
I was so sorry to
We suspected
But you guys were
I just heard
How are you
Perhaps if you
Maybe after
One day you will
You always were
What if he
I didn't mean to intrude

Saturday 13 September 2014

The Kid



"Do you remember how old I am"

"I remember a number"
"What is it"
"I'm just going to say it so don't be insulted"

"So what did your friends say about women my age?"

"I'm not coping. I need a distraction from this. Can I contact The Kid"
"I'm surprised you haven't already"

"Are you working for the next several nights"
"I just knocked off still wanna catch up for that drink"

"Hey darling how has your day gone"

"Your texts never have text in them"
"No I'm Bad At texting"
"That much I've worked out. Can you just return my cigarettes"

"You have this smell about you I don't know what it is"
"I hope it's a good thing"
"I associate it with very good things"

"I'm standing metres away from my Ex's Other Woman. I need to leave. Can I come meet you"

"You know he's just using you for sex"
"He knows my situation"

"Hey darling just knocked off been working way too much lately but I have the next couple of days off whatcha up to"

"Thanks for an amusing night. I could use some more sex though"
"The feeling is mutual :)"

"Can we just put it down to a night of miscommunication"
"What are you talking about it was a fantastic night"

"I did nothing wrong to be propositioned by your friend. I'm not attracted to him. I am/was attracted to you"

"One day I'll walk back into your life. You'll be some top fancy chef"
"And you'll bring along our 3 kids!"
"I'm having your kids?"
"3 of the 9"

"I like you"
"Ditto"

"What drugs did you take now"
"What do ya mean"
"Your nose is bleeding"

"I think you're a top lady and I'm sad to say I don't think I'll be seeing you again"

"You couldn't text to say bye to a friend? All I've asked from you is honesty and I'm not sure if you have been."


*very experimental. Don't think it worked but still wanted to try so publishing it




Sunday 7 September 2014

Rebound


You Cannot Just Move On.
You can kiss. But you cannot allow it back beyond the bar doorway.

Do Not hold hands.
Do Not hope for text responses.
Do Not - fall.

He did not realise what he did when he leant in, strangely, for a kiss at that counter.
And you stared, saying, “no” but realised “Oh, wait. Yes.

I can do this now”.

You cannot just leave your remorseful relationship flaggings on the bar stool
As you learn each other’s company in weekend beer sessions
Alleyway shaggings
Midday wakings.

You Must
First face your end.
And not text each time you wish to escape your pained cage
Each time rattled by the voice of your… Ex…
Now….Ex….

You cannot play without first cleaning.  

He was not meant to lean in for that kiss.
He was not meant to shout, on that street corner, that he was tired of you hauling your ex and your past into each evening’s conversations.
He did not ask for your burdens.
Though.

You’d leant back, in for fun.
It was not meant to turn this serious




Friday 5 September 2014

Under Renovation




“Nice boots”
“But have you seen them dance!”

And so we did

Dance, across the laneways, on the alleys’ stairs, to the entertainment of kitchen staff’s smoke breaks, with a scarf, from each doorway that would allow the space, around scaffoldings of buildings
Under Renovation.

“What’s your name?”
“Adam. Or James. Or Scott. With a Z.”

Through photo shoots. Of graffiti and Lady Gaga fans.
Outside clubs that would charge us for just. One. last drink.

And you never asked me mine, as you pirouetted in an emptying bar
While I drank my dark rum with the barman
And the strangers clapped. 

“You make me horny”
You.
Make.
Me.
Horny.

“Ok stranger. But have you seen me dance?”

Around a fountain and across bushes and back out without following
Scaffoldings. Of those buildings. As gym bars
Sign posts and bike bars and hand railings for slides
Following without inquiring
Across the bench tops and along the alleyways

And just, for five hours, we danced.
Until the sun rose and the rain cleared us out.  
Without knowing anything but the two unnamed strangers on a pavement.