Jostled into the parquet corner
Of your dreams of an uxorial woman
I razored my itchy heart
Unjointed myself from our tryst
You never gave an iota
For my quixotry or my dreams
Insisted the syzygy hadn't yet blessed us
Monday, 18 April 2016
Sunday, 17 April 2016
#16 Almanac
Cold and clear
Glory vine
Library
Morning tea
Magpies
Repeated name calling
Blue feather
Citrus
Sugar skulls
Mr. Twining
Taxes
Gender dubious
Movieland Sundays
Wong
Collected leaves
Bishop loses seat
Little children singing
Cockatrice
Where the wild things are
Speakeasy
Helicopters
Drowning
River Torrens at sunset
Glory vine
Library
Morning tea
Magpies
Repeated name calling
Blue feather
Citrus
Sugar skulls
Mr. Twining
Taxes
Gender dubious
Movieland Sundays
Wong
Collected leaves
Bishop loses seat
Little children singing
Cockatrice
Where the wild things are
Speakeasy
Helicopters
Drowning
River Torrens at sunset
Saturday, 16 April 2016
#15 Doubles
Humans are meant to come in pairs
We're meant to couple up
But it never worked like that for me
I'm no-one's other half
I'm no-one's better half
I'm no-one's soulmate
And I'm not considered wife material
I'm considered fuck buddy material
One night stand material
Dirty little secret material
Just some chick I met once material
Humans are meant to come in pairs
We're meant to couple up
But it never worked like that for me
I'm no-one's other half
I'm no-one's better half
I'm no-one's soulmate
And I'm not considered wife material
I'm considered too smart for you material
Intimidating, independent material
Feminist boner killer material
Maybe she's a lesbian material
And that's okay by me
I'm a lone vixen
And your opinion is immaterial
#14 Small World
We tell each other it's a small world, here
In our little town
I traded it in for the east coast once
My little town
I came back because I couldn't breathe
I need the Adelaide air
I need Rundle Street in April
When the tourists have deserted
I need the hidden coffee shops
The punk bands and the poets
I need my mates on every corner
The two degrees of separation
Freaks and suits share the sunlight, here
In our little town
#13 Fortune Cookies
Others see you as a wise person
Your efforts will be worthwhile
One look is worth ten thousand words
Every excess becomes a vice
You will soon be crossing the great waters
True love is only found in the heart
Your efforts will be worthwhile
One look is worth ten thousand words
Every excess becomes a vice
You will soon be crossing the great waters
True love is only found in the heart
#12 Index
Felling(s), 2, 3, 13, 20, 82
conveyance of, 20, 55, 60, 63, 67, 85, 94
encouragement of, 92
fears in, 20
identification of, 5
sensitivity to, 64
unresolved, surfacing of, 95
see also Emotion
conveyance of, 20, 55, 60, 63, 67, 85, 94
encouragement of, 92
fears in, 20
identification of, 5
sensitivity to, 64
unresolved, surfacing of, 95
see also Emotion
#11 Abstract Closing
Straight lines
Glossy white
Smooth to the eye
Centuries witnessed
Stoic arches
Measured ratios
Librarians are a rare breed
Glossy white
Smooth to the eye
Centuries witnessed
Stoic arches
Measured ratios
Librarians are a rare breed
#10 Book Spines
Little birds
Delta of venus
Story of O
The little green grammar book
The little red writing book
Wyrd sisters
Truckers
Life's too f*#$ing short
Delta of venus
Story of O
The little green grammar book
The little red writing book
Wyrd sisters
Truckers
Life's too f*#$ing short
#9 Bravery
Bravery isn't what we think it is
It's not jumping out of a plane
It's not diving with sharks
It's honesty
It's love
It's perseverance
It's fear in disguise
It's not jumping out of a plane
It's not diving with sharks
It's honesty
It's love
It's perseverance
It's fear in disguise
#8 Flowers
He brought me a supermarket bouquet
It was just as cheap as his apology
Shouted from the street below my window
I stayed above, smoking.
It was just as cheap as his apology
Shouted from the street below my window
I stayed above, smoking.
#7 Tritina
These scars are a private map
I navigate by instead of stars
My compass is a tempest
I find silence in the tempest
Chaos is my only map
It leads not to pain but to stars
Night after night I sing to the stars
Praying to be taken by the tempest
And reborn as an inked arrow on a map
Could you be my map to the stars beyond the tempest?
I navigate by instead of stars
My compass is a tempest
I find silence in the tempest
Chaos is my only map
It leads not to pain but to stars
Night after night I sing to the stars
Praying to be taken by the tempest
And reborn as an inked arrow on a map
Could you be my map to the stars beyond the tempest?
#6 Food
Hunger is a trap
Distracted by scents
Waylaying our plans
Nourishment is a tomato
Humiliated by pepper
Dissolving on the tongue
Distracted by scents
Waylaying our plans
Nourishment is a tomato
Humiliated by pepper
Dissolving on the tongue
Wednesday, 6 April 2016
#5 Heirloom Varieties
We collect hunt russets for cider season
Footsteps crunching through the orchard
Patient dogs panting alonside
Later there'll be apple pie
Irish Breakfast tea
And stories before bedtime
Footsteps crunching through the orchard
Patient dogs panting alonside
Later there'll be apple pie
Irish Breakfast tea
And stories before bedtime
Tuesday, 5 April 2016
#4 The Cruelest Month
December is the cruelest month
Absent others make it so
Always fewer places at the table
Fewer faces at the window
While we drink our guilt away
Fewer gifts exchanged
On each year's Christmas Day
Absent others make it so
Always fewer places at the table
Fewer faces at the window
While we drink our guilt away
Fewer gifts exchanged
On each year's Christmas Day
Monday, 4 April 2016
#3 Fan Letter
Dear Carmen McRae
taken too soon from us
Goddess
talent and musicianship
Pioneer
uncompromising
Rebel
Dear Carmen McRae
taken too soon from us
Goddess
voice of liquid sapphire
Pioneer
stronger than we knew
Rebel
Dear Carmen McRae
taken too soon from us
Goddess
talent and musicianship
Pioneer
uncompromising
Rebel
Dear Carmen McRae
taken too soon from us
Goddess
voice of liquid sapphire
Pioneer
stronger than we knew
Rebel
Dear Carmen McRae
#2 Family Portrait
Blue eyed or green
Silver haired or dark
There's a spark
That shows they're mine
They see me through the shadows
They're bold and they're funny
They hear me when I'm silent
They're the greatest gift
Blue eyed or green
Silver haired or dark
There's a spark
That sees me through
Silver haired or dark
There's a spark
That shows they're mine
They see me through the shadows
They're bold and they're funny
They hear me when I'm silent
They're the greatest gift
Blue eyed or green
Silver haired or dark
There's a spark
That sees me through
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