Sometimes We've Left Before We Go Anywhere At All

Today
the rain brings an
unprecedented joy

and under the gray Melbourne sky

everything is illuminated

buildings basking
in preemptive nostalgia.

Dressing Up

Just because I'm not getting involved in Cup day silliness doesn't mean I can't put a frock on.







(There were no fascinaters involved in the production of these photos)

When the Rain Comes

And when the rain comes
Even it's tropic-like torrents cannot
wash away
The excesses of the night before

Even when smudged mascara and
stale sweat
have disappeared down drains
And the body is fresh and clean


There is a smell that lingers on,
One that cannot be named
or even talked about

It clings, as the dirt does to our shoes
It hides beneath our fingernails
Behind our ears

While we try to forget,
It follows us
As does a shadow
Or a stray dog
Or a beggar.

And we may catch a glimpse of it
Haunting our reflection
Tucking itself in
Silently beside us
as we sleep,
And try to dream
Of our emancipation.

Yours Sincerely, Pussycat Pussycat

Touch of Summer

The touch of summer's fingers through unruly hair,
bare legs,
bare feet,
our souls laid bare beneath the blazing sun.

The heat is coming,
To wrap us in a stifling embrace,
To make us perspire and pant and beg for the cool reprieve
of an evening breeze.

We will grow accustomed to her warmth, her breath, her lips
leaving their red marks
all over our sun baked bodies,
until she turns us over, tired from sweaty, sleepless nights, to the arms of
another lover.

Breakfast

The thought of describing myself as nationalistic makes me want to puke a little... but take a look at the scene on my kitchen bench this morning, and tell me that I'm not at least a little patriotic...


(Disclaimer: I don't own the mug, or the Vegemite)

My Arrival

Heels to pavement announce my arrival.

Singing out sharply,

'I am coming,
I am here. '

Each step imbued with importance,
the silence of sneakers
left behind.

Singing out proudly,

'I am coming,
I am here.'

Pussycat Goes Hunting

Kitties like to hunt. It's in their nature.

They hunt mice, spiders, balls of string...





This kitty goes hunting for pain.



And she finds it.

Pussycat Pussycat Where Have You Been?

Pussycat, Pussycat where have you been?

I've been to London to visit the Queen.

Pussycat, Pussycat what did you there?

I did some hardcore shopping at Topshop, drank coffee in Kinghtsbridge, stayed out past my bed time...

...then took the scenic route home, had a nap, woke up a few months later and started a new blog.




Meow.