my jagged origami heart

unfolded when we kissed.

you took the paper and wrapped yours

like a gift in it.

then you gave it back to me

and it was edgeless, warm,

with no sharp corners. now


we fold
together, paper dolls,

boy and girl joined hand and hip.
and we make paper planes

and chuck them at the day -
and i have neglected my in-tray

so completely.

paired like living birds let’s mate for life
and then let’s live forever like
we’ve folded millions of paper cranes
out of archival paper.

cranes made with archival paper.

a quick wind, stettering. the water blisters.

and you could maybe add to that, if you cd control gag reflex:




then paired like living birds we'll mate for life
but live forever with millions of paper cranes.

at one oclock in the arvo today, i basically closed my book, and with my head at a funny angle and my fingers twisted back under my folded ear, fell asleep for two hours straight without moving a fraction in all that time
so when i woke up my fingers esp my little finger were completely white and sort of numb and really painful at same time, as was my ear from being crushed
so yeah
i musta been pretty tired
felt much better after the dead sleep.

my jagged little origami heart
unfolded when we kissed.
you took the paper and wrapped yours
like a gift in it.
you gave it back to me
and it was edgeless, warm,
with no serrations. now
we fold together, paper dolls,
boy/girl joined at the hip
and the wrist. and we make paper planes
and chuck them at the day,
and i have neglected my in-tray
so completely.

when on my back i wake up and growl like a dog
stretching, unconscious, then arriving at myself to think
'what time is it?' or 'breakfast!' or
'is he awake over there?' but then

all i really know is that i could be next to you
right now, right now, i could be next to you
and the only question left is 'what am i doing here?'
'what am i doing here when i could be with you?'

the mirror squints at me; her eyes
lonely, underslept, are darkly underlined
as if to emphasise that something isn't right
but i just wash my face.

it doesn't wash away - the hefty sense
of time passing too fast, and distance remaining
between us. i can't dive
into your electronic eyes. the camera hates me.

i love you, love you, love you.
sometimes it's almost a relief to be alone
because i'm used to that - feeling locked in,
cold. it is

too strange to be so happy
too strange to feel so alive
too strange to see this huge future
and then breathe your name.

i've got this little laugh
all hutched up
happy to wait.

One Flesh

What have we done? what have we done?
You stopped my heart like a pub raffle meat wheel
Spin and win! Spin, spin! You spun and won.
I laughed. We barbecued
Ourselves, on the spokes of each other's loves -
Turning, turning
Golden brown with the heat of zeal then
Char dark - popping in our fat,
Getting stuck to each other,
Burnt on.

you have my heart, my true love - it jumped, and when the parachute failed to open it went falling into you and it is falling still for you, forever

Pablo Neruda (edited, to my ends)

I remember you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.
...Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?
Here I love you.
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me:
The moon turns its clockwork dream.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.

i pissed off a guy once,
yep,
i climbed up on his shoulders and pissed off him onto the sidewalk.

the most radical gestures are those which exert energy to no apparent end; with no apparent meaning; waste and excess (as the ultimate Sign of Life).

He collected soldiers' hearts from the battlefield and dropped them in a bucket
Splunsh. The plishripples settled. Blood blushed up.
Then he waited behind the door of the gym for a girl any girl
To kiss and feed.
Dreaming like he dreamed of how he would wind the place around in barbed wire so snake-thick
That the barbs might have been plucked from a crown of thorns made to top the Earth
So - to pass the wait he thought ahead
To the softness of her breasts
Big or little
And how long they would hibernate hotly
In the locked down shut up gym all coiled tight
With metal muscle: chains.
Link chains of red-dripping thought slid round lubed pulleys in his mind with the tinktink of tin on wet tin
And he was already hard by the time the buzzer
RANG
And he went to let her in.