around a paper cup
like the one
that john lennon sung about?
perhaps not.
ah, my incoherency
is getting stronger by the day
like you//miss you
i am a muddle
is that portmanteau?
puddle + mud
equals?
musing amusing musing
my telephone
has not rung
for days
((that's a lie, rosie called me just last night))
a bruise that
is violent-shocking-purple
you tell me that
you earned it
i suppose all of us do.
oh, last night
we drove through
the city
and isn't it wonderful?
in all its artificial stupour.
lights that come in centuries
the colour grey-blue
vivid green and pink
and yellow
glinting in the
water.
just another way of saying
you're one of manymanymany
but it's brilliant to be
little and small against
the big dark city.
feeling obscure
without the sting of being
hurthurthurt.
hurt like only you can do
well, this is
sadistic
wrote it like i'll
never read it again.
wrote it like
you will.
verse&phrase&sentence
infused with eclectic
meaning?
no
...
for all that can be said and done
more is usually said than
done
my parents are
going to play the pokies
and drink ((beer))
and go riding on bikes
and ignore me for the day
thank goodness.
i've been a moody bitch of late
i want to buy books and bags
frivolous, indulgence
an aesthetic curse
curse
curse
i can do this with
a bit of
crammingluck&intelligence
teapots and
old scuffed shoes
i can't be cured.