that documenting
my hsc experiences is
A Very Bad Idea.
it warrants more
procrastination
than necessary.
but then, i'm capable
of that without
this stupid journal.
had breakfast
by the beach
this morning.
the sea looked like metal,
the sky looked like water.
sat on an
old green bench
and watched the
eternal horizon.
a gold-dull-glint
which reads;
"certavi et vici"
or
non certavi et non vici?
a musing for
fools and
philosophers.
((and math exams))
slid my toes
into a patch
of clovers
and waited for
a revelation.
it never really came.
this evening when
i'd forgotten what
the sea sounded like,
the sky tore apart.
transformed into
a tempest,
tossing birds
across
its surface
lamenting nothing
but my
diligence.
but i've been told you either have it or you aint
trigonometry
is making
my head spin.
i think i
want to do
architecture.
and write letters
to-the-editor
when i am twentysix
i will have a herb box
& i will grow nothing
but chives and coriander
and when the
witching hour
nears,
i will anoint
tealights with
flames.
so that
fire
spills
down
the stairs.
i will cook
ravioli
once a week.
and learn to make
a most excellent
cappucino.
i will go to art
exhibitions to
avoid my thoughts,
and i will own
a black bag
with red roses
embroided
across it.
i will have
bookshelves
of poetry and plays,
and edward gorey
picture books.
when i am bored i
will go to
the theatre,
or busk on
the street.
on nights when
i have nothing
to do, i will
make red and pink
cocktails. play
poker with my
friends.
you can meet me
for brunch. and
we will talk
about your latest
adventure.
i will own more
pyjamas than i
will ever need.
and i will have
a bathroom
with stereo
speakers. so that
i can listen
to bic runga and
norah jones while i
have a bath.
((eskimo joe while i have a shower))
when the sky has
fallen into pieces
i will take
my pink and black
umbrella and
walk through the
streets. looking for
people to stare at.
i will catch buses to
the end of the earth,
and i will learn
the piano or
italian.
so that, when i
am old and mad
i can say;
once upon a time,
i was twentysix.