...

little fairy

green wings touch my face as i turn the headlights on
boobs

hospitality management sucks such a force of energy from you. i wonder what else i could do?

with my time i might write a book about fairies. how they are little and feel great as they whizz past you early in the morning

flashes of light on my dashboard
boobs

i killed 17 birds yesterday, en route to the east macdonald ranges
such a lovely drive, the birds disturbed me beyond being/feeling disturbed

i tried to move out of the way, it's hard to do when traveling 100k's an hour
no matter how sexy your jeep is

...and mine is pretty farken sexy

i feel empty. void

my job has sucked the vitals out of me.
given all and everything to become this thing. this person. this title

and now i am ready to throw it all away
boobs

i want to make coffee for people and interact on a normal level
not address every female as mam'
and male as sir'

i want to interpretive dance whenever someone orders a baby-cino
and laugh whenever someone orders a carrot juice

i currently take this piss out of everyone checking in. in a most professional manner

they don't understand or see. perhaps they chose not to

go back to melbourne?
go back to wa?

just go........? pack up my jeep with my minimal belongings and drive

where?

cattle station?

mining corporation?

fishing everyday again would be nice

perhaps i could run a small cafe somewhere in the middle of nowhere

and laugh every time someone orders a carrot juice

i don't quite understand why we reach these moments in our lives when we realise we have to get serious about our jobs, or want to get serious.

and then you reach the other end of the rainbow to discover what you already knew

that your just a hippy who is happiest not devoting all of their time to corporations, but ecstatic about devoting all of your life to art and culture, that precinct within your heart

i want to dress up in a bear suit and do the running man for people walking down the street

i want to ribbon dance with you and your mum

cerebral pull

bicycle bicycle

clay pans

giant mountains surround me

playing in the muddy water

my yellow undies turn brown

mud in between my toes

sky surrounding blue

little little clouds forming

in the water

pools of brown

lovely out bush times

there is little to do here except drink or work

but i found something else

drawing lines of the faces of people i meet on the sidewalks

they stare at you when your distracted by the sounds of light emitting from your folicles

i met a lady with a bug lip

bug lip

lots of them have deformities from being smacked around a little too much

bug lips, with bugs growing out of them

gross beyond disgusting








time to leave soon