Not quite the whole cherry
there are no photos
from all the way
Back then but I don’t need them
To see what They would show.
You and me drunk And in a muddle
my head turned In your direction
Waiting
They ask you the questions
You shrug
I Say it doesn’t matter
We are always chasing
The attention of the other
I sleep with a photo of you
Under my pillow
While home for summer
Still not enough of my sleep
Involves dreaming
Do you still have the letters
From all the way back then ?
It was good practice I suppose
Your birthday invite
With an image of you 3 years old
Walked around everywhere
With that
In my back pocket
So I could take it out
And stare in wonder
Anywhere I went
when it went through the wash
your young face
Sodden dissolved
Into nothing
Like it never was
We were nothing in particular
It didn’t stop me though
I have a good imagination
Thought it was more than just friendship
your trademark impatience
Possibly love and lust
you got a good girl
To turn her tiny twisted spine
On god and what he tells of sin
Made you poetic
Despite all your limitations
Loud laughing
To cover the confusion
Questions I know how to answer
But wanted to hear you say
That’s ok I understand
Instead I’m at your party
in the bath with the beers and ice
Freezing cold and grabbing at your body
to try and get out
Of another situation
I let you
When the lights go out
And the party starts sleeping
There is always only one place
For me to go that’s how we always met
in the middle under your covers
You at your most decisive
That’s how you got a good girl
To turn her tiny twisted spine on god
And all he taught of sin
They were zombies, yes.
The flesh was hanging from their bones.
I helped them through a half open window.
They stood before me all unsteady.
got them to remove their torn and bloodied clothes.
cheerfully did their laundry.
They were the undead
The undead became my friends.
Wanted to tell you that dream
When I woke up
Tell you the zombies
Are us without each other
But you change in the morning
And I want too much
From a person who simply did what they wanted
Got a good girl to turn her tiny twisted spine
On god and all he taught of sin
Left a love note
On your pillow
Cried on the tram
from Brunswick
to Southern Cross Station
A concerned looking lady
Asks if I’m ok.
A sniff a smile in reply
Before looking away
Loud laughing
To cover the confusion
Questions I know how to answer
But want to hear you say
That’s ok I understand
Least of all you got the thrill of knowing how
you got a good girl to
Turn her twisted little back
on god And all he taught of sin
Take the drawing down
Post your hat back
With a three page letter
One last try to make you poetic
Despite all your limitations
there are moments now
While drinking with new friends
My imagination flickers to
Vengeful
If I had another chance
My teeth press down hard
on some ice
As I consider other things I could have used my teeth for
Least of it all
You got a good girl
To turn her twisted little back
On god and all he taught of sin
for a taste of you
Made you poetic
Despite the limitations