IsabellaLinton wrote:
Memories for Raleigh:
country cream paint
a fresh coat to hide the past
sultanas, rum balls, librarians
lost dogs and lost glasses
the 2's art in a box,
.1 and palm oil
.0 being my own
bicycle dreams hidden behind
newspapers, not touched
knights in white satin and
taps that won't turn
the back of dad's car
and that tree
the wedding, and the stepladder for painting
ceilings
don't hit your head
or hurt your finger
with the staple gun
and that cut in your leg, war wounded
work and play
you said it didn't matter but
it did, because it happened to me
the same way
that grief guy, when you walked away
back to us
dinner parties with
frank zappa, but not
and it all began with you
and the flying foxes when
matt was lost and scared
at paradise beach
the bright lights in
hospitals waiting always
disabled peas
physio and yoga
clamshell crunches new years day
love guns and love songs
supers, novembers and letters never read
always aprils
and silence
and the daily bus ride
past the hardware store
steampunk bathrooms with
no doors
cutting your hair, but maybe not
leaving me to wuther
on that hot july day
which was cold for you, especially waking
alone and anxious
walking for KFC
then porridge and hope and two plus two
soccer balls and surfboards of ross
both yours and mine
and the one who kept her office too clean
disorganised, not hearing or sensing
without me without g
black dahlia and melania
blonde sue and sil's pop
the wardrobe and side table
painting and paddleboarding
to next june for letter L's
and whirly woos
of that same hue
to match the silver brumby theme
and the Converse collection
with crocheted cathouses
and a lampshade, off kilter
but perfect
and proud to be yours
Thankyou for the compilation
I would post a tacky beating heart
But will spare the tack
Better used
To glue my insides back together
And cement this nostalgia
Into hope
For the next nuance
Stretching out
Next June indeed
Time marching on
_________________
It's like I'm sleepwalking