When I was six

I was told I couldn’t play the piano,

at that age, I was too old,

my mother wasn’t to know.

When I was thirteen,

my singing career came to a stop,

my voice broke,

I never sang another note.

When I was in year 12,

I was told, I couldn’t design buildings,

“You’re a business student." Shake of the head.

And I went to one of the best schools there is.

When I was twenty, I got a guitar,

I taught myself in my room.

Not long after my housemate

smashed it, being dramatic, and cute.

And, once again, it was too late.

But, I wrote it down from an early age,

that much I could save.

Connected World Problem

I find going everywhere with music and my headphones in,
Quiets my mind, stops the poetry that is just naturally writing there.


* Paul Kelly sang Before Too Long, and I couldn't think of anything to rhyme with long. Seemed like far too much irony to use song.

The sun shone, there was a cool breeze, the birds chirped in the trees.
Fresh air, not a care.

Going where?
Headphones across my hair
On the way to the supermarket with a list
My reusable bag in my fist.

Bread, juice and sultanas
I practically went in my pyjamas
Early morning, it is true
Rolled oats, milk and coffee to brew,
Home quickly to my baby
(that’s what breakfast today be)

That’s how it goes
It’s sweet
The two of us
Give and take

Paul Kelly sings, The Pretty Place

Sunday Morning

The birds chirp in the trees,

outside.

My partner plays a game at my knee,

click, click.

The dog sniffs and shifts about between us,

pant, pant.

My laptop warms my legs,

coffee still tastes on my lips.

Sunday begins.

Miss You

I miss you,

or at least, I think I do,

and I say I do,

as I try to convince myself

that I know what that means,

because I know I should,

know.

A belief in god

Does not give you the right

To treat other’s less

Cowboy Love… Willie Nelson

I grew up dreamin

Of being a cowboy

And lovin' in a cowboy way

Worryin' my mother

And troublin' my father

When I kicked the cupboard doors outa the way.

Hey Willie, give me a puff,

you know, that will help me relax

and get through stuff.

If I am gonna take it, or give it,

or do it some place in the rough.

Just as long as I don’t have

my undies around my ankles,

in the buff, for the world to see,

unless I have ‘him’ standing right next to me.

So, I better go find him,

so, we can experiment gayly,

ridin’ high, yippe yi o,

reverse cowboy all the way.

When somebody says

they love you unconditionally,

the question is,

Until when?