Posted by: reasondeceives on: December 6, 2007
when the australia sky
is sullen with the shadow of fear
and the wind blows cold
& acrid, like this, i know
i must stay.
when the bruising sun
begins to sink below
the sulking horizon
and crows on lampposts
are starting to plot schemes
in the dark, i know
i should stay.
i have locked myself up
in this room
where we drank to drown our sorrows
where wasting time makes sense
where desire becomes itself
where two is better than one
a place where fire is born.
Posted by: reasondeceives on: December 6, 2007
cockatoos, cockatoos, the cockatoos
are cool, they don’t bother me.
i lay pistachios for them –
i might become a bird watcher
in my old age,
or maybe i’ll sketch.
Posted by: reasondeceives on: December 6, 2007
after all these months?
what is it that, retrospecting,
you would most like to go for?
the wisdom to choose correctly in despair
to dream & cruise & bask in the sun
not to a greater extent,
when you fall right down to it, though
cockatoos flying by the window
on easy hours on those days when i had
few pains & worries, well maybe
a bit of that too, but that’s enough.
some cockatoos & sea breeze & sunshine & dreaming.
a morning filled with these things.
Posted by: reasondeceives on: December 6, 2007
The first thing to do
is to throw a stolen kiss like this one
and then see where it leads to
or at least this is one way
and, of course, not the only one
but still it is a way to begin & end up
with something rather than nothing
which is what there was before that kiss
and with all of the possible consequences
assumptions, emotions, heartaches
all of the paths that this evening
could have lead to, & all of the various ways
that this story could have been told
it is not such an awkward way
to get started or even to part
if that is what is destined for us–
beginnings & endings
and, obviously, there is much to say
about that–but perhaps not tonight
this may not be the time for those feelings
nothing is as simple as we hope it would be
and the way to end or one way anyhow
is to conclude the thing up by saying
goodnight xox
and just leaving it at that
Posted by: reasondeceives on: December 6, 2007
we = the orange people
& i am the chemical superwoman
i know about blood
& rain, & of course, fire.
this room of red and yellow
with memories of summer
smiling hazel eyes
and infinite loneliness…
do you like queen? great!
the peace lily is alive!
we have nuclear candles,
jelly snakes, malteesers
& of course, atomic guitar.
there’s a secret space on the floor
where i like to chill out.
the curtains are burning.
don’t leave.
Posted by: reasondeceives on: December 6, 2007
rebellion is not taking a bath
innovation is picking one’s nose
ritualism is perving on her bum
the towel reminds me of you
Posted by: reasondeceives on: December 6, 2007
you would ditch a date whose IQ
is way below yours
because of it
or wouldn’t go out with a lovely person
who happens to be taken
you wouldn’t drive your dream MX-5
without it
or keep a high-paying job
that has not passed it
you couldn’t get on a plane in your
swimwear
or walk down the street naked
on a good day
so why think it can do anything else?
Posted by: reasondeceives on: December 6, 2007
i am amazing.
this city is wonderful.
the company is awesome.
now the reason i am here is
because i hate myself sometimes.
you will never understand
i only let you into my life
because i thought you are real
i am not your baby!
geeez i am so stupid.
i will never learn.
these lies, they are killing me.
i have never lied to you.
but today is a lovely day.
it is beautiful here.
look beyond that opera haus
we used to jive there
in my stilettos
ironic, isn’t it?
they built this harbour
next to a nightmare!
i am doing great now.
you can go to hell
i don’t care anymore.
you pervert!
Posted by: reasondeceives on: December 6, 2007
it is easy to believe at
all the right things–
freedom plus! rewards!
it is the consequences
of having believed them
after the 11.99 %
interest fee
that keep friends
close
and doors
locked.
Posted by: reasondeceives on: December 6, 2007
in memory of socialism,
free packets and servers
three curves of signals
on the taskbar icon
make the eyes sparkle
in dim chandelier lights
on the lap of a
premenstrual diva
along uni boulevard
i found connection
