Not quite the whole cherry

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