Itty bitty lemon squeezy,
Ask a monkey for a story,
Preach a baby for a may-be,
Ring the number and ask for Kobe.
Erratic Behaviour
Friday 30 January 2015
Tuesday 27 January 2015
Laundry Day
There are days where you wake up with the sun
boring into your eyes, dust flickering around you, and the musty smell of
unwashed laundry.
Groggily, you'd clamber up from your bed, put on those pink bunny slippers mum got you last Christmas, and head outside.
It's a good day.
A sunny one.
You'd yawn a few times too many.
Lumbering back into your room, you'd collect the discarded pieces of clothing, letting your floor surface revel in fresh air once more.
Carrying all your dirty clothes in a heap between your arms, you hug it close to your chest and dive your face deep into it, breathing in, breathing deep.
Reminisce last week's odours and flavours.
Savour the moment.
Opening a new box of washing detergent, you'd chirp happily; knowing you bought the right variant this time around.
No more overflowing foamy soap bubbles. No more leaky pipes. No more rotting floorboards.
Ahh the satisfaction.
The pleasurable sensation of stuffing the washing machine like a Thanksgiving turkey, and the twinge of sadness in seeing all the past memories ingrained by sweat and the occasional blood and tears about to be tumbled and soaped into inexistence.
Closing the door, you hit 'START'.
It begins.
Groggily, you'd clamber up from your bed, put on those pink bunny slippers mum got you last Christmas, and head outside.
It's a good day.
A sunny one.
You'd yawn a few times too many.
Lumbering back into your room, you'd collect the discarded pieces of clothing, letting your floor surface revel in fresh air once more.
Carrying all your dirty clothes in a heap between your arms, you hug it close to your chest and dive your face deep into it, breathing in, breathing deep.
Reminisce last week's odours and flavours.
Savour the moment.
Opening a new box of washing detergent, you'd chirp happily; knowing you bought the right variant this time around.
No more overflowing foamy soap bubbles. No more leaky pipes. No more rotting floorboards.
Ahh the satisfaction.
The pleasurable sensation of stuffing the washing machine like a Thanksgiving turkey, and the twinge of sadness in seeing all the past memories ingrained by sweat and the occasional blood and tears about to be tumbled and soaped into inexistence.
Closing the door, you hit 'START'.
It begins.
Erratic Behaviour
Friday 23 January 2015
Kook
Soft smudges,
In the mornings,
New to the surface,
Breaking the smooth.
I'll be seeing,
The neat folds,
Peking through,
A greasy shadow.
Erratic Behaviour
Wednesday 21 January 2015
Toadstool
Ain't got nuthin' on me.
A son of the sea,
Another revenue
generating machine,
Ask for a bag of frozen
peas.
"Shush" we
mustn't speak.
She knows of him.
Salute your supreme
commander,
Sleep well child.
Erratic Behaviour
Monday 19 January 2015
Returns
One foot in front of the other,
Feeling the compacted earth
underneath your soles,
Shifting through the
lines,
Returning to the mine.
Erratic Behaviour
Tuesday 13 January 2015
Eclipsis
The creaking wooden panel,
Hanging off a rusty nail,
Eclipsing the stained
glass,
An aperture to His house.
Erratic Behaviour
Friday 9 January 2015
Monday 5 January 2015
Mill House
In a pill grinder,
Maize, cornmeal, oats.
Pounded and jostled,
Misshapen rocks to
stones.
Beneath the grill,
Lays a written will.
Quickly! Before they
seal,
It will be the last thing
you steal.
I don't want to be stuck.
Not chained here with you
for eternity.
Bored and beaten
senseless from day-to-day,
Bread and cheese, is
there more?
Erratic Behaviour
Thursday 1 January 2015
Left Behind
There are some things that I should not tell,
As it may put me in jail.
A broken neck,
A strangled child,
These things I should not tell.
Leave them thoughts be,
For all we know,
We may have been.
Frothing at the mouth,
Gasping for air.
Que Sera Sera,
Never has my mother sang to me.
Whatever will be,
Will be.
Become me.
Erratic Behaviour
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