Friday 4 August 2017
Sunday 5 March 2017
Home
A four foot high monster of pizza boxes and beer bottles,
Shadows the neglected lino floor.
A black gluten crusted plate sits under
A puddle of water in the sink.
The master bedroom remembers Monday is bin day,
She sleeps on the floor sometimes,
When it’s hot.
The Cone Castle is older than us. Combined.
The old library is an art student.
She apologises for others and nothing.
Milton Road accompanies the soundtrack
Of 60s soul and Brisbane garage pop.
The children’s room is littered with clothing.
A pink boot on the desk, women on the walls.
Strangers walk by, they sweat from the hill.
We sit on the steps, we wonder if they hear us.
Friday 3 March 2017
passion
Love me. No, make me love you. I am only around you so that perhaps I may love you. Whomever you may be. I am strong. I have friends, lots of them. What am I missing? I love myself, I do well. Should I exercise more, is that it? Passion. I miss it, I lack it, I need it.
Friday 24 February 2017
1:05
I love all and trust none.
Fear everything and crave bravery.
They call me that. Brave.
I am. Very.
I will never know if I am the norm. I abandoned that drive a long time ago.
I desire comfort, and adventure.
I want romance without effort.
Sex without pain.
Myself, without others.
Others.
Sunday 1 January 2017
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