Memphis Blue
(1992 - 2008)
Archive for the 'poesy' Category
A wet sky ends another flushed day
Letting go of the days hot frustrations
Releasing the struggle that started at dawn
So one can finally say “I’m done.”
The race is over. Nobody won.
The cool breeze retires ambition
Let the shoulders sag and, put on loose shoes,
Smile in the company of others
Reflecting at the slow replay of the days events
Forever to be frozen in memory
Washed in hopes or regrets
I wish I was a pie-man
And lived by the sea
A pie-man gets to try one
And in the sea he gets to pee
Today could be the last day of my life
I made a curry, rode my bike.
The sunset took its time fading away,
One orange at a time
While sparrows madly cut and dived
Cut and dived
Madly took their flight
Through the last days light of my life
My clean bare feet still soft from the moist heat
Timidly caress the wet gravel
The rain starts again
People shut their doors,
Close the windows from dark rooms
Whims to this weather
The sun silently drowns on the grey horizon
And it ends, this soft goodbye
Coffee is my new God
I worship the black grainy truth
Biting the nails off slow seconds
Master makes the pages turn
While inside the mind burns
One thousand thoughts a second
This pen stains my accuser finger
Like the scribes of ancient old
Darkly out of shape the eye brown stalks
The day jumps in time
The Day Jumps Peter Pan
The Day JUMPS kAnGaRoOs
Coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee
For for for for for for
Me me me me me me
I have fallen for you
Again! Just when I thought the birds were never
talking to the bees
again
I have fallen into you
Where happiness is as riding a bike between meals
On ideas of ideals
I have fallen over you
So all that was escape is now exile
I have fallen over you
All the way
to the
floor
I have fallen
f
o
r
You.
A trip I take alone.
I want to come over to
Touch your feet and make you shy
Talk to you in gentle tones
of subtle gaietys quietly alone
Let you untangle that truth
You have be wraping around your head
And then lie down and die
together till mornings bright ‘Hello again!’
Oh my friend ambition
makes me not
makes me sleep nights no rest
till tomorrow I am
never happy
to thirst on plans
for fulfillment for-ever-on-ward
with no hope in my heart but hope itself
will blue lines meet red lines?
when happiness is such a tea
cup-cake
I know that smile!
It creeps up on me as children creep up to the Christmas tree.
A little mouse that quietly finds it way in though unexpected crevices
to POW (me) here you are again
to WOW (me) over and around
for the rest of the day
smiles going round like wedding flowers
to hope and to hold
till in rest do I depart
with dreams of winning this letter lottery again!
I went to the beach with my cosine Sarah last week. We got a lift to the Jung-O (Bondi Junction, Sydney) and were standing at the bus terminal trying to decide between Bronte and Bondi beaches as both are just as easy to get to by bus from there.
We were both feeling apprehensive about Bondi but we decided to go there because the 389 came first. Sarah said to me something like:
“You never know, this Bondi experience might change our minds about Bondi beach.”
And that was all. I thought about it on the ride down and it was an uplifting attitude, one of infinite forgiveness and hope. One I wish to take up more.
I have been accused of being overly negative and critical. Attitudes that, though they help steer you clear of the worst things that could happen, also steer you clear of the best things that can befall you thought dumb luck. They are attitudes that weight heavily on the personality and rob one of the simple joys available to the open mind.
Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand:
Come and see my shinning palace built upon the sand!
I think Sarah will grow to become a wonderful person to know. I am luck to have such a brilliant cousin.