At the time, it seemed best
Or I’d have chosen different.

This is where I am.

Talking to air, the way I learned
First and best, when you were
A figment of my imagination,
An instant message
Man.

This is where I am.

And breathe ... just breathe ....

Cat Power's version of


Sarah McLaughlin's version of

We stood in line, backed up onto Fort St, like we did do
queuing for 'our table' in the Blue Fox.
Over dark, nearly bitter coffee
stirred with distraught
laced with angst
we held
up.

Remember, you called crying, "Can we have lunch, sis?" You said. I listened, pushing Eggs Benedict from one side
of the plate, to the next. "He won't clean the toilet" You said. I wanted to laugh, and later we did, but not then, when you were tired and teary, wading in shit, fed up with it, freezing to the bone, in his latest logic-free-zone.

The toilet. For Christ's sake.

Absurd.
A stupid conversation. An
unworthy fight. We decided unilaterally
ringing the death bells of your relationship, while
ordering a second cup of coffee, from a waitress, distressed
as you, who was adjacent the kitchen, crying in the back alley
over toilet fiascoes, or other mishaps. Perhaps calling a friend to the Blue Fox,

"Sis, can we have lunch?"

Akin to children, we play love
Here in our sandbox, manipulating toys
Gobbling goodies, side X side

Advancing from solitary, to lateral

… Dimensions
 
Bigger girl.
Bigger boy.
Bigger game.

You, sheltered by your reality,
Me, locked into mine,
We play. In parallel

Fantasies …

Your head, my sand shovel
CRACK!
Anything to break this spell
Or, draw first blood.

We allocate inventions, speak
An unspoken spoken
Discourse of love.
Cumming, going, just
Fucking
Around. In the spirit
Of parallel play, I ask,

Is it good for you?

Today my work came out in Frame Lines, a funky new Melbourne alternative arts magazine. I am not only very happy to have my first Australian publishing credit - I am also really stoked about this magazine and what they are working to accomplish, and doing a hella job with! So without further adieu - Edition #3 ...

FRAME LINES

This was inspired/remembered by a  Funkcartel comment - but it is a perfect Monday-coffee-writing song!