Image

I took a look at myself in the mirror today
to see if could view myself in much the same way
as you would
But it was no good
I realised more than likely the case would be that
you wouldn’t be observing my reflection
You’d be looking straight in my direction
So with one last look at my ass in the glass
I turned right around and walked away
(with just the barest hint of a sway)

Licking the bowl

Sometimes I bake a cake
just so I can lick the bowl
Sometimes the finished product
isn’t my ultimate goal

Biting the air

You once said
we should all spend our days like dogs
Heads out the car window
Not a care where they go
Just snapping at the breeze
Doing as they please
“We should all bite the air”
you said philosophically
Contemplatively
So we drove away from there
and as the wind hung on to my hair
for the ride
I gave you a side
ways glance
and a grin
and we bit the air

Perspective

There’s more than meets the eye level with the sky
Turn once, and now you lie
face to face
Hello, handshake, goodbye.
Space in place of an embrace
How low we make so high

Half a smile each

I come around the curtain
I see you sitting in a chair
Staring intently at a crossword
You’re not aware I’m there
You look up
and then we share
a smile
but now that you’re gone
to God knows where
I guess I get to keep them all for me
I'd say I've got some left spare

So little time, so much time

I watch through the window as you scrape the sole of my shoe
It’s here that she stood, and here was her view
Dear heaven, is this what it’s come down to for you?
Cleaning mud from a tread because you don’t know what else to do?

I ask you often what you’re going to do with your day
“As little as possible and getting away with it” you say
It used to make me laugh, now I'm filled with dismay
I see behind the front and all’s not okay

Soldier On

Oh no!
Not again!
I’ve let my guard down
Look at him
He’s tsk tsk-ing
And tut tut-ing
His look of disappointment
to the bone is cutting
I didn’t mean
to not live up
to his expectations
A half empty cup
He’s standing watch
Always standing by
Always girding and guarding
With an eye-roll and sigh
“She’s done it again!”
he says exasperated
“Why does she do this to me?”
“This job is over-rated!”
But each morning
he goes and gets
his trousers and coat
with its epaulettes
and shines his shoes
and dons his helmet
and assumes his position
but sometimes I forget
what he wants from me
and I’ll see him frown
and I’ll think “oh no!”
“I’ve let my guard down!”
Again.

Face It

You once said I was hard to read
But you were mislead
In truth, I am an open book
It’s just that I would sometimes look
away
If I sensed you trying to flick through my flippin’ pages
Seriously, my back is cracked
My spine is broken
from being so open
Face it, you totally want to play poker with me

Laundry

What I said was never right
I always seemed to be left
hanging
on your every word
out to dry
‘til you’d come by
to take me down a peg or two
You were the basket I put all my eggs in to
What a dumbass thing to do
Now it’s the case
that I’m the basket

A few words on six years

He’s found your book
where you took
notes on who you gave what to
for birthdays and Christmases

Wish I could look
in every nook
and cranny of my mind and find
memories as clear as those records in your writing

So much for the past
That September
we do remember
It will last
and linger

Time shouldn’t be a distance
But in this instance
You feel further away than ever before
And I fear for ever more
the gap will grow and grow
And I’m too slow
to grasp you before you go
even further away

We move on
Leaving you behind
But now I’m watching him writing on the lines
of your book
Updating since your last entry
who got what and when
He does it so you can begin
to join in
and catch up on all that you’ve missed out on