postcards · from · a · lighthouse

dont touch the taxi door it opens by itself.
definitely eat the yellow peach and chocolate sticks at welcome.
take note of the overpass and be quick on the escalator
hawks by the swimming pool at the top of the jungle mountain.
no elephants for us or maybe so by gondola.

days too hot for basketball or maybe just for old men.
shopping in the overkill, but reason to play lotto.
remember when exiting, to turn for the thank you.
they get you every time on that final

every cell, every pore of me, is screaming out in some sort of dullened pain.
not for any ill do it again reason either. it was barras birthday saturday.
when nights turn to mornings and you find urself crawling thru kings cross station,
just hold ur breath until you pass out and vanish forever.
coz scotch by the bottle doesnt repair any war wounds trust me.
i mean yeah we laughed and touched the nights sky,
but now im crying like the life out of breath i am :]
finding myself addicted to staring aimless at objects,
waking out of it to wonder what the f**k put me there in the first place.

oh i have to be at the airport at 6am, by 8 ill be back in sydney again.
i dont know what to watch til then.

last night you drew me there,
face in my hands and tip toes the rest.
i loved most moments of it,
the you moments.
i chased you moments rarely,
though i did.
honest parting,
not something to part about at all.
or party.
the overcoat of lifes damp worth.
then i woke up again today, like most days
staring at an unfamiliar ceiling.
caught in an instance,
its a novelty of mine,
not at all you, but you.
you being me, being breath,
being sky, sand and sentiment.
being every little bit of everything.
...i is we, together apart.
_xo

have you ever...

have you ever...

whaled like a million lost souls
over the crashing feeling a sea has to scream out.
if only the world would forget that you ever kissed me.
momentarilly like lightning bolts staring, we dance,
and crave a process like no other paints her portraite.
i can hold out likeness and drown with knowing you,
have everyone someday and guess the clouds out wayward.
smiles make plenty a gesture to care about,
but does it always bring a tear to the page,
or just a tear to the sky.
fall on me,
now with new muse and folktale fantasy.
soon i will sit amongst it.
likeness and love today,
love a star burnt out.
_xo