melbourne

keep the light from me while i feel so ineffectual that knowing sick feeling looms heavily slowly raising one paw before falling like an anvil on my shoulder “hey. buddy. got a minute?” »

“…she wouldn’t even learn a word of Spanish. Not even ‘please’ and ‘thank-you’ [ … ] and then she started thinking everyone was talking about her.” I didn’t catch the rest of their tram conversation but a little later I noticed a guy just across the aisle from me scrawling on a small piece of paper, rendering the face of the beanie and blue jacket-clad old guy sitting opposite him. »

all business no play i even wore a suit once the other day. halfway through the year i have not achieved my goal of spending more time on creative pursuits. »

on the morning tram he’s reading the Fin Review and looking big spread across his seat I sit across reading poetry and trying to be small you know in case somebody wants to sit in that space next to me as inevitably happens but only when i don’t have coloured hair that’s when everybody keeps away when I reach the office I get a coffee downstairs and the barista »

when the rain starts it’s time to get moving caught in a shower of words i escaped in time to see a gust of vowels whip down the street i had to turn away so I wouldn’t get a faceful. when i finally reach home i put on a record instrumental of course as i dry myself off one phrase at a time and look forward to a cup of t. »