Colonic for the colonial

We're western.
You're here, we're here.
So let's relate.
Why are you here?
Let's not relate.
It makes no sense for you to be so pleased,
Here,
A terrible voice,
an unfair cadence rocketing about the conch,
dim fade, reverb staid.
Glass blown mind made pure and willing
for the feedback loop of bluey colonial scoff.
Grandad and his switch,
Mum, dad all checked out and gone.
Gold clogged, silver fatigued.
A puke on my hands,
glistening, trembling streaks,
chilli crab residue,
the pause before I find you -
Ya-ya-ing, yawing,
as you were,
yawning.

Brick

the sheet breathes out bit by bit
falling into peaks and valleys
only once a landscape.

the snow hissing
and the big blue man
gloaming in the window.

TUMBLR

Please excuse the associations, my brother showed some teenage blogs to me, culled photos of shoulder blades and twilight fashions, all the right things retro – emo collages, frozen features, waifs twisted in the sheets – 

See I’ve arranged the desk, messy and just so, daffodils and some pictures of my family, silver scissors, select papers

I'm so good at this type of curation, I've been doing it
forever

joan

she comes in tomorrow

i asked her to settle things with me
for ten days
five days
ten days

does the morning work for you
like it works for me

don't ask
just assume

the boys will be there
do you want to see the boys
father and son

daughter talks
but no attributable sound

feel
feel
sad

heart beats
live

Snow falls on the sidewalk
we search for food
coldness everywhere
boots are soaked through
socks drying on the heater
bodies hiding under blankets
winter is here