Les canards.
I spoke. What do you expect.
We’re taught to expect from an early age.
As we are judged to a standard, expected of us.
The game.
The game begins and ends with you.
The war is on the surface,
But the struggle lies within.
Your thought,
switches and lightbulbs. cords. wiring. faulty. A short. Long twisting, like old phones.

Enigma.
Kiss me.
Talk at me, about me, around me, behind me.
Talk of your expectations.
Speak of what you bring.
Lay bare what you seek to achieve,
Bare your soul, say your piece.
Stand primal, bask in “YOU” as an afterthought.
Think vast thoughts, tell me of them.
I will nod. I will smile. I will try my very best.
To say nothing, you’re stage.

I stand witness; if that matters.
So be it.
Etre.

Man with never-ending bottle’o’beer found drinking in the shower.

Ate a whole box of chocolates yesterday,
I was depressed.
Ironic because the chocolates were for a friend and a family member of mine opened them before I had a chance to wrap them up. (I left them on the kitchen table).
“oh these aren’t my chockies… better eat them” That sort of mentality.
Not worth getting angry about I know.

Then I watched Burn After Reading, with Brad Pitt and Clooney.
Second worst film I have EVER seen. Those bastards.
Clooney especially, the nerve of that guy.
First Solaris, now Burn After Reading.
BASTARD BASTARD BASTARD.
If it wasn’t for Three Kings he’d be black listed. (what else has he done anyway?)
Sad older women, I think of your demi-group too often.
Like when I buy someone a birthday card or see the words “large caramel latte”.

Dear Di-ary,

You cried today.
Such a gentle-
and fragile spirit.

I remember something
Dec’s girlfriend said
“I haven’t time-
for your tears”

Such was her want
her will to say
Just as easily to walk away
Say nothing, lest be blunt

Why do we hurt those close to us
What drives us to such measures
The venom in our cuss
Spoken as if of our own pleasures.

The way we share,
Attention drawn here and there.
Point or speak or touch
Our demands, we demand so much.

You go on crying,
Continue on overlooked,
Contently scrying.
Go back to your book.

If i could
Shake you awake,
Alive! What good?
For heaven’s sake.
Quaking where we stood.

Blood of your blood
Depressed, you have made
How can I wipe away this mud
How can i sate this tragic fade.

Is your soul rotten?
I think not.
Chop, Chop, Chop.
The fire sparks to life.

Why are you depressed dear?
Steer us, what can be done?
The fire roars, cracks and sears.
Aye-me a son witness your life undone.
Just as your flood, wrenches for tears.

Wretched and aged.
This rut that has been built.
Looking inward, I gauged
The rot of one stilt.

The foundations they crumble,
Wash and tumble away on the tide
Souls cried a deep timbre, the rumble.
I want to leave, leave your side.

Away I float with other leaves.
On the surface of clear blue
Not there for your griefs
To leave with the coming wet
The seasons change
No time, for emotion, out of sight out of mind.
I feel better for it, to’ve left it behind.

Your age is a baggage,
but that’s not all.
You want to play games.
I stand alone in the kitchen.

You say cards or backgammon.
Chances of and for fun
I don’t want to play games ma-mon
You’ve been beaten enough.

Your loss is no gain to me,
Your victory no great thing.
The life you bring to be
Solemn is what I sing.

Soon I’ll be like you,
Soon soon soon.
Not for a while, true.
From the light of the sun, to the glow of the moon.

One pass.
Different and changed
Gauge what you will.
Will from your tears.

Find a future that is bright,
Internalised over years.
Give back to us our sight.
Blanket us from fears.

Night terrors,
Until day breaks.
Drying the lakes
Dead leaves and feathers.

This duck, duckling.
No longer stuck, or suckling.
Spreading wings,
Winds and tides brings.

Change.
No knees buckling.
Scaled legs, sun on the range
A new day.

We’ve made it.
Cant you see?
Trials, tribulations to highlight.
You aren’t a fish on a hook.

There’s more. So
Reside. Be cool.
Say what you will
Cry and cry.

It makes no difference.
Start a war, gain followers.
Be remembered.
“Its stupid” what did they all die for.
An idea. Talked about years later.
In a time where everyone talks
jests jokes, stares but not personably.
Is that worth crying for?
Do your knees buckle now?
Young dove? Your feathers ruffled.
Old duck, your passing is tragic.
But the beauty of that isn’t muffled of hid.
Dig it. That’s what I would bid.
You don’t like crowds? are you ashamed?
ASHAMED. There’s an idea.
I feel we’re a nation living in fear.
Not of terrorism, who has time for that?
We’re afraid to put ourselves out there.
Hiding under our hat.
We’re happy to stare, climbing out way up.
Growing, our tails wagging like some kind of pup.

Dogs.

Can vegans eat Oreos? I hear they can. That’s strange right, who cares.

Saw Alfred play the drums tonight, he was rude to me last time I saw him,
but my god can that cat play.

Stood behind an eccentric old lady, it was cold so I sat down. She was strange.
She rubbed her wrists and moves her hands.

The cellist looked like he was talking while he was playing:
Infact I believe he was, his own lyrics to the waltz they were playing,
he looked deranged.

Today I stood at a turning circle and watch all the types of people.
For they came to me, telling nothing but revealing much.

Could they apply their adult perspective to the mind of this child?
Would they see reason, the slow turn out?

Hold your breath. Drip
Body airtight, Splash
Don’t breathe. Gush
Lest you become-
the victim. Whoosh.
of a stabbing. Drip.
Don’t…
Don’t let the rain in.

“when you dribbled, you said don’t let Warrane in.”
I want you to know that.

There’s a poem somewhere there-
In the title.
Unfortunate then, that my brain-
has been shut since 2pm.

Went and saw the Uni Revue.
It gradually got better.

Meh

Jack and Jill didn’t go up the hill.
Forget that bucket of water.
This king takes his pale,
And holds the ace of silence.

Queens need not climb.
The numbers beneath them,
they may sit and count.
Lo, the scale of this bail.

Revision done.
La bouche!

Analogy today for
Passive – Assertive – Agressive.
Scissors – Paper – Rock

Sex based stereotype sit in the back of my mind. Sorry.

You may try to be agressive.
If they’re scissors, you might well win: with the right amount of effort.
If paper, you’re smothered. They’ll note down you’re an asshole as well.
If you’re both aggressive you may need to try another approach.

Ennuyeux?

After yesterday’s Yoga in the sun
And the poor night’s sleep.
My body was a ship-wreck.

Football today was tough.
Redeeming feature mind,
hanging with the boys was great.

I got a new car.
It’s green.
It goes.

I am a great driver.
After great success,
I rode my bike to West Moonah.

A suburb on the “up and up”.
After getting rather lost,
I watched the football.

Today lacked study.
But that’s the choice I made.
I’ll save it for the working week.

Lots of movies to watch, for TEFF.
Life is exciting. Things are happening.

Whenever someone speaks to me.
I take my time and think through my response.

I made coffee today,
Aeropress magic.

Have some self-respect.
I liken him to a parmigiana.
Beaten! Rolled flat.
Covered in bread,
Crummy cheese!
And a sauce that lacks flare.

Cooked, lifeless, tasteless and common.

I wonder how long one taste remains with you.
Lets say all you ever ate was one spoonful of jam.
How long would that remain with you?
What is the predominant taste in anyone’s mouth.

If the amount of shash I talk has any indication.
I’d say shash is my dominant flavour.

I’ve had a pretty cracked day.
The smart man would rest, wake up tomorrow feeling average.
But let’s go rogue, unhinge from the real world a little bit more.
Study until the death.

Last night’s spy adventures were amazing.
If only I could do that all the time…

She could have been mine.
Tonight like any other>
Clear skies
Looks fine
We got eachother
Tumble to bed for a rise…

But I opened up.
My mouth, and I said.
I gotta ride my bike back.
She put down her cup
I was already going red.
Laughing, but she gave back black.

She was rad
From northcote she said:
Sot-of anyway. In a melbourne-rash way
It all aussie to me. I get that i’m one of you. I don’t hold you to shame.
I just wanted to be a spy tonight. Let my mind run.
Sit alone, no expectations. Pass on a good vibe.
Laugh, smile, observe. Agree. See what people wanted to be seen doing. Observe people -outside-
_doing_ “swanning around” Being seen in a scene, causing it, being a part of it.
I just wanted to witness and observe. I don’t have to share.
Hot water bottle at home, I just sat there in my chair.
I watched a guy, that looks like another guy, more famous than he.
I saw a friend of a friend, with a skinny light haired girl.
She was friends with the girl, that sat down next to me.
They were soul mates from the get go. “great”

“when are you going to kiss me”
“I’m not, I have to ride my bike home”
…
And she just let that role.

I tackled the top of a little creatures bottle, patiently I put the kids to bed.
Witnessing the guys, talking careers. Talking habits. Talking talking talking.
Wearing their clothes, spending their money, talking talking talking.
“I’ve given this up. It was hard. Women, Women, Women.”

_boys, boys, boys_ – talking about girls and a boy and a girl.

_small place, strange people, just regular people. PEOPLE._

people are people. 🙂

Communication. You don’t have to. It’s good for feel comfortable, specialise yourself. The most beautiful thing for me at this moment is my power to influence the people around me with a thought. To point, and people look.
To speak, and people listen. This power. Perception, understanding, influence.
Influence is optional. Understanding is inevitable. Perception changes.
Stimuli. Stimulation. The human form, our big brains. Fathoming great limitless ideas.
Equally being snagged on the unimportant. Forgetting the place. The “which way’s north from ‘ere”
The options. The array before you. The choices. The heard. The confusion. Straight legs, no laughter. Hoofs on cobbles, mud and blood from somewhere, a young ones face wet from tears, breath, hot and rising in a fog over each and every-massed-body, facing one way only, penned.

I laughed the loudest who’d have known.

I saw the gold-dragon. He’s looking well. He had some strange friends. I spied them, they spied me.
We’ll leave it there. We did.

I could ruin the moment, and chase that girl up. But maybe its better for her to realise the world works the way it does. People do these things. People act out. The most dramatic? Who can say. People not being true to themselves when their upbringing says the complete and utter to the otherwise. Contradictory actions.
Being your own devils advocate. What about your body? What about your halo, your angel. That child? That person.

People around you know you, some of them. The know of you. They know of your past. What does that change? How they face any situation. Turn the world on its head. I understand this, and this means you should be like this. Acting out, I’ve heard people say this, in my short life and my short memory this vague understanding is something I will say out loud in my own personal kind of way for others to hear.
we’ll all nod, inwardly. Yes, yes, yes.

I agree, that is acting out. I am part of this movement, we’ve all witnessed something. Maybe not maybe you need to share your ideas, gain followers to your cult. Maybe everyone will get onboard. Start a religion, like a tide, or something bigger, more encompassing. A religion like our very SUN is exploding. The world stops spinning, reality as we know it shifts. All fundamentals, from day one. Memories of the sandpit. Emotions, food from the teat. Cared for, nurtured, our choices, our situation ENCOMPASSED by this idea, this STAR. Exploding.

And this idea of yours, this judgement passed by you on someone else that everyone else seems to agree, in complete perfection. A view, a perspective, a thought, word for word, directly translated, absolute in its finality, the description personifying that moment, that thing about this person. YOU ARE YOU. I see them for who they are and how I will say they are is final. For that instant, you are right. You alone, stand unchecked in the universe.

You are either right, or you are wrong. You won’t know.

In asking, you may find out their view.

If it is shared, maybe you two and everyone else would have viewed it the same. This person, being.

If you ask, the moment has passed, How have you asked?
Why did you ask? To what ends do this effect you if you witnessed this person?
What is paramount to you? Where are you going? Why are you in this room,
What could you possibly gain from this situation?
Stimuli.
Internal? External? Both.
The soul. The beauty of your own self amalgamation, that’s probably not the right world. Word…

The way you paint yourself. Self image. Dig it. Rad. Cool. Sick. Ok.
Move around, however you like. Be watched. Watch back
How do they handle it. What are we doing here?
Dig it. Don’t ruin the mood, don’t fuck with the situation.
Don’t over analyse. and if you do, do it with a smile. Bring the vibe up.
Smile, so they thing you’re mad? Made out to be a moron, strange, weird.
Typecast. I know your history. You’re an idiot. You’ll die before me.
You’ll be at my funeral asshole, crying or not, I don’t give a fuck.
I’ll be gone. Burnt, and then put in the ocean. A bit late for that!
I’ll be put in a box and buried. Forgotten. Last seen, under a soon to be parking lot 2026.
Buried. Do you know what that means. Why the fuck am I buried? Elevate me.
My corpse wasn’t elevated before. Get me up! Blast me into outerspace. Floating in space.
Frozen. Here lies Patrick, finally doing the vacuuming. hah!

Remember your time? Yeah 2015, that year. What happened? It was a year for: girls, girls, girls.
Macho, macho. I worry that i’ll become that. Meat headed. Evolutionary.
What is smart. Time spent, “getting it” “IT” stuff, other people don’t easily get.
Don’t take time to get. This GIRL got IT. And now everyone wants it. And if we get IT, even if we get IT in the most perfect sense. Like the Dubliners Rose, it will grow pale and sick.
So press it! squash it flat. Every last drop. Squeeze from it all you can. Because TIME. Time as most people know it, and I am most people. I am the most, MOST person. i’ve ever thought to try to meet, and understand.
My needs. My thoughts. This person. As I understand, just ask me. I’ll see if I confirm. But i’ll laugh, I gaurantee. What’s in it for you asking. For saying anything to me at all. Give. Receive.

I need to pee.

This is only the beginning…

Hungry for thougts not food.
TCT

“The clock”