Western Poem

17 Jul

My Father was an only son,
My Father was an only son,
He died by the barrel of a gun,
My Father was an only son.

My girl, she left me with none,
My girl, she left me with none
She’ll die by the barrel of a gun,
My girl, she left me with none.

My body is broken and numb,
My body is broken and numb,
I’ll walk into the dead setting sun,
My body is broken and numb.

My Father was an only son,
My Father was an only son,
He died by the barrel of a gun,
My Father was an only son.

I can’t sleep with you here

15 Jul

We clunk teeth together in the night because we’re drunk.

Morning Tea Conversation

10 Jun

“Hi Jen!” Belinda almost yelled.
“Oh, hi Belinda” Jen said burying her head into her shoulder.
“Have you seen this weekends weather?” Belinda continued, almost wetting herself with excitement.
“No, I haven’t” Jen replied, this time with an even more uninterested tone.
Belinda didn’t notice. She placed the tea towel into the mug and began swirling it around.
“Well, it’s going o be 15 and sunny!” Belinda continued looking up at an invisible sun.
‘Wow’ thought Jen. Another exciting weekend for Belinda and her bland husband.
She wondered what excitement they’d get up to this weekend? Another farmer’s market? A drive to the coast? Maybe even a picture show?
“Robert and I are going to the country to stay with his brother Gary.” said Belinda, breaking Jen’s train of thought.

“You know what I’m doing?” Jen quickly snapped.
She had had enough.

“I’m going to wait for my man Luke on the bench in the kitchen. I’ll hoist my skirt to my waist and place my legs on the table. When he enters the room I’ll take to my vagina with a knife and scream ‘why do you hate it?’ ”

There was silence in the small office kitchen.

Belinda stood still.
Her face dropped.
She leaned close to Jen and whispered “So you’ve seen our video?”