I walked down the path
I watched the waves
Yes, yes, babbling brook
A stream song sang

Above the wash
Feet most dry
Looking at birds
Watching them fly.

Seagulls, HO! Rats with wings
Rovings to and fro’ the tip
The mountains top snowcapped
And lo the river sings.

One.
Put down the gun
Two
Down the food

Hunger
Appetite
Reason
Release

I’m going to write a children’s book. “Chilean-book” “Chillen-book”
take a page outta your own… suggestions. Mr word document spell correct. Furrooooout.

Tree
Tree
APPLE.

What came first said he our man.
One, two or tree?
Notice he was prone to plan
Sketch the rest of the counting steps.
The steps of ‘would’ were to be
Mostly made of one, two, tree.

The tree he chose,
As everyone knows
Was the tree, tree-apple, tree.
He chose this one,
for two good reasons.
One for good apples
Leaving two trees with bees in!
Now, these brought the bears on
who grappled for seasons
and after high treason
and a feast full of gease-on
plates with pigs mouths-on
APPLES.

-Now-

These happenings went on.
But eventually stopped!
With the wood from the one tree
The man could now see-
to the wood that he chopped
And on page one
The man wrote to his son.
One, Two…Three!
Tree Apples, tree .

A

Two

Walked to uni today.
Ate cereal
Put a french test in the binny-bin-bin!
What’s the main theme in ‘Dexter’?
My cooked as business lecturer mentioned “EMERGY”
Some kinda made up force out there in the world. Hahah.
Then he slipped up and accidentally called it Energy and had to corrected himself.
The cat’s outta the bag dude. Game is up.
Its just energy.

Then I did a quizz and some french prac
Then I did a couple pages describing the learning process i’ve undertaken.
Then I cracked out a Reflection Piece.

That right there is a ‘then poem’ 1^2^3^
So yeah, reflection-
suck up, blame yourself for extra brownie points.
Fuck me right.

I’m looking forward to going to the botanical gardens this weekened.
Check out the autumn trees.
I wanna get back into some poetry,
find myself a good book.
Get some sunshine!
I need sleep now-
More than the dentist.
CHESTNUTS!

Where the fuck do people get off being fussy.
With that said, I wrote a review after dinner tonight.
Pa was in a horrible mood, I had to be careful.
He’s overworked. The co-boss guy he worked with died.
Massive hear attack. Two weeks before he retired i’m told.

It was mum’s birthday today.
55! Meaning she was born year of the rat.
The cat killed a rat and brought it inside to start the day.
No kidding! Haha, isn’t that strange.
I handed in an assignment, pretty bungled effort.
I tried. Truly. I need to re-learn the ways of the student.
I went for a brief walk.

Did a model shoot for some friends of friends,
Treated myself with some chocolate and sunflower seeds.
Feeling social I dropped in on some pals.
Talked to Jaz, got a microsoft word tutorial from Sol.
Looked at watches.

Caught up with my pal J.
Bumped into Hugo’s dad.
Called the Melbourne guys.
Stared at the clouds,
Chatted with my sister.

What will tomorrow bring?

It rained
I watched the river,
grow pained
Then I, let out a shiver

It burst
its banks
land’s thirst
give thanks.

Floor replaced
water un-still,
Rushing in haste
Toward, down hill.

Towards me!
This no, wet dream
Flee, Flee, Flee!
A glittering stream

It rushes over you
You hold your breath

Pretty chill day.
dentist, breakfast, study, potatoes, drinks and a campfire at wils.

Met a funny neighbour.
talked to Jaz.
Study tomorrow, headspace.
Met a guy called Nathan, he’s a good dude.
He’s mates with sol.

This month its black and watermark tatts. haha

New month! New look.
Button up shirts. – Always.
Thanks for the top-deck haircut Paul.
He had a cut-throat razor and let me live,
lets just forget I said anything.

I’m pretty confused at the moment.
Learning all this business lingo,
I can feel myself changing.
Hopefully I can maintain my identity,
my ideas. ‘My life’s accumulation of delayed goals’
That’s not a book I care to write, or read.
Things I should have said and done,
Asked her out, said something funny
been wild. Said nothing. screamed.
Choices made for me by the passing of time,
and the willingness to be a germ.

I’m just wondering what I can do to be more me.
To be true to myself, to travel.

Cape Grim.
spelt wrong.

“i’m going to leave you again”

“koooo-eeeee”

“you’re depressed”

“you have no idea how this, you are effecting me”

Is it effecting or affecting?
Does it matter?
Can’t it just be both.

Happy New Month.

I feel this is the most hurtful word one can use.
Its important around me, that it’s not abused.
I then roll my eyes, completely in jest
notice, as they rolled I spied unrest
But instead of my hated word she chose
something that rated not nearly as close.

Dick!

Oh child take your vocabulaire to bed
Quick-

now young imp, be elsewhere instead.

To be the fool,
More on that later.
More-an-more-an-moron.
To jibe and duel,
Scored to spatter
Let the drops run-on&on-anon.

Onion! Why art thou so thick?
Ye dropped as a bairn?
Caramelised’en thick
Lay’on lay’r, mourn-
fer’me would yee
Cac-tus eye-d’y’see?
this prick, pierce my stomach
let the red run
drunkards sober deathshiver
At-last the last one.

“SHUTUP”

Its not so bad,
But fuck groupwork.

Fuck your tone,
Fuck this cold.
Fuck my choices

Thus far, this life
of mine. My drive.
The ease unto which-
I have become sloth.

Present me is kicking future me in the shins.
Got some serious due dates coming up.
Be afraid, be very afraid.
I’m on a roll.
Today I was sapped of energy.
These early mornings might be getting me down.
Not sure of the toll.
I feel the words and I in synergy
Trying to keep my feet upon the ground.

Had quality hangouts with mates
Made a hilarious pun.
Still got a week on THAT due date.
And one less on this one.

Time’s a fickle mistress.
One we all mistrust.
The mirror women must trust.
For just how much they stress.

Got my sister a bicycle today.
Played the volley game,
Watched the football.
I think Chelsea will beat Arsenal for the title tonight.
I cooked Pesto Pasta.
I made a boutique dessert.
I heard from dad:
“People often get bored in beautiful places”-
“Yet they are rarely bored in the desert”
(Oh yeah? Because cooking alive and drinking your own urine is entertainment of the highest degree I suppose)… I mean, dad is wize, wise even! He makes a valid point, he comes from a position of power, being my dad and having actually travelled the world extensively.
I kept my thoughts.

Brain feels its on the cusp of some sort of great discovery.
Like i’m about to discovery a brand new religion.
A dichotomy of my usual thinking.
I had a free sec today and looked up poetry.
How to further my understanding.
I wonder what the best example of consonance is?
I’ll google it later.
I need to polish up on my literary terms.
I need alot of things.
Je besoin des!

Started my day at the dawn service.
I’m not overly patriotic, but I did want to see what it was all about.
I’ll be back in another 100 years.

I went for a long jog,
Someone added the pulp back into my apple juice that I’d slaved over.
I ended at the lookout over Cornelian Bay.

I marched my way into the nearby graveyard,
Looking for quotes and the most unappreciated looking grave.
I found a few of each, none that covered both criteria.

The russians(?) have an interesting way of representing the cross.
Everyone wants to be different.
I jogged back, stopping in at north Hobart for a coffee and florentine.

I returned home, energised and warm.
Feeling I wont weather this winter very well.
Quality time with dad and some pals, put the shopping away.

I left my phone and headphones at my cousins,
So i’ll be going for a jog again tonight.
Dinner was snacks.

Read some more Yeats in my spare hour between study.
Such talent, I truly am awestruck sometimes.
Not enough hours in the day.

Made some Pope puns.
Un-Pope-ular by majority.
Then I thought about jobs and where I might otherwise apply myself.

All this free time,
All this sacrifice
All so lucky.

“The luck of the Anzacs”