Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Given to Fly

He floated back down 'cause he wanted to share,
His key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere,
But first he was stripped and then he was stabbed,
By faceless men, well, fuckers,
He still stands,

And he still gives his love, he just gives it away,
The love he receives is the love that is saved,
And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky,
A human being that was given to fly.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Saturday Night.

I'm not made for sitting at home alone on my own. It's not me. I draw (a) little comfort from knowing my kids are tucked in bed safely down the hallway.
But sitting on the couch watching TV alone isn't for me. Tonight, I'm so bloody lonely, I want to be sitting here with Trin, my best friend. I miss her.
This is depressing...

Thursday, July 9, 2009

My Clever Wife.

Trin got her results for the first trimester of her Uni studies. Four High Distinctions out a possible four! Go Trinny!

Mum.

All is as good as one might hope for, mum goes home today.
Thanks for all the best wishes.

Monday, July 6, 2009

Mum.

Doctor just said it went okay... the surgery.
She'll be here for 5-10 days.

Mick.
TJ

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Hospital.

Bloody horrible place,
Full so often of sick people,
Too infrequently with healthy people,
I'm here tonight, now,

The floor's cold,
My arse is sore,
Punching out shit poetry,
On my laptop,

Four men,
Waiting,
For smarter men than us,
To fix a mum, a wife,

Mild heart attack,
'Mild',
Ironic,
When used with the words 'heart' and 'attack',

We talk about other stuff,
Pointless stuff, footy,
The footy mattered yesterday,
It doesn't matter today,

Dear smarter men,
Fix a mum, a wife,
Make her better,
We aren't ready to not have her here,
Thank you.