03 November 2005

grapefruit mentos pepsi max and jumbly slop of me

its all so quick and fast so
lightening speed all clichés of time [it is flying you know]
soon the sugar cane will all be cut down and I haven’t had a picture
it will be gone; ready to grow again the year after when I will be dieu-knows-where
these nights he says ‘do you think you could love me lo?’ and I say ‘I don’t know’ because I was never good with the conditional tense anyway.
these days have been heavy and so dense that when you look off the balcony you can’t see the horizon, just the thick blue of the sky meeting the thick blue of the ocean
[there are no straight lines in nature, right?]
the clouds dip down low, low
they don’t have the energy to stay in the sky
they don’t want to mark the end of the earth.
all the signs are spray painted with big red wings and underneath it says
WAKE UP, when I look at them all I can think is
I’d rather not, thank you, I like the suspension.

1 comment:

Peter said...

With this heat, a creamsicle would do me just fine.