Art Intimidating Life - The Ruins of my Mental Empire: Part Fifty-Six

staring at the stars
- he is happy
to forget the cold

the sun rises
-despite his sleepy
warm bed

it's a clear blue sky
outside the doorway
- it happens

watch me dance
it's the only way
i can explain my confusion
it's the only way
you can understand me
stars and sand
where the limited
battle the infinite
where the answers
lose the questions
where i shed my life
for moments
without doubt

watch the night stars
meditating in the morning sun
- a happy life on earth

two dragonflies
pushed by the wild winds
- what a ride!

and in a million years
these waves
still crashing!

through a syrup of nerves
the boy and girl
became friends

one more friendship
- then im done
with this life

beer is best drunk
with a beard
and a smile

i think of dinosaurs
looking at the stars
through the trees

the winter breeze
chills their beer
and blows their smoke

his words are desperate
to her ears
- with every drink he slurs

leaving soon -
we must leave soon
- but no-one wants to

dark wet alley
- vomiting -
but he loves his wife

three beers
makes a genius
- so it seems

am i the only lonely
one at this bar?
- yes, it seems

the bar girl
the other side of the bar, oh!
- a wake up call

a familiar face
from the past
- too long ago to say hello

why live life?
when you can watch life?
- so fucking amazing

he sits at the bar,
deep in thought
- as though he's praying

the flower in your mind
- what a price to pay
for the sunset tonight

watching the sunset
hearing distant laughter
and thinking of heaven

lonely school girl
ignores the honks
of passing cars

so bored - until!
a portal!
another universe!

from the Corner Hotel
the beer takes the edge
as the train takes them home

beautiful power-lines
- keeping in touch
with ugly friends

think of all the stars
that shine
behind that blue sky!

a speck on a speck
on a speck
- this is your life

if i am the centre of the universe
that grain of sand
is my life!

im happy to be sad
if only she
can remain happy

in the warm sun
my leather jacket confirms
- yes, it's summer!

i find inspiration
in unusual places
- oh, drunkenness!

what would life be
without me? -
oh, beautiful death!

as the drinks toast,
trams rattle
- in the summer dusk

something isn't right
with this enjoyable life
- oh well, too late now

two shiny leather boots
remind me
of my loneliness

another writer!?
at this bar?!
what! how?

melbourne dusk
- when the phone rings
i'll ignore the ringing phone

two writers,
writing -
eye-contact

if god can read
my mind
- the joke is on me

if god can read
my mind
i understand the dusk

if god can read
my mind
the joke is on you

the beauty of
falling asleep
mid-sentence

sweet lips
spitting sour venom
- the newly-weds

the complacency
of the man
- already running late

my warm jacket
and the cold sunshine
love each other so much

a spike of excitement
awakes a dull day
- the telephone

same seat
same beer
same pub

sitting at the bar alone,
with memories
in every empty seat

my decisions
and the lack of them
led me here
to this morning
- we start drinking at 10am
after a couple of hours off
and a couple of hours sleep
- a telephone rings
so loud we already know
who it might be
- we can already guess
somebody's friend of a friend
answers it
and we listen into
the rejection of what promises to be
such a nice day
such a pleasant day
spent purely -
they say everything in moderation
i say - everything but this
friendships permanently intoxicated
with the indescribable meaning of life
tiny fragments of friendship
littered over weekends
by the carelessness
of a mellow-drunk
such friendly handwriting
read out-loud!
by someone we don't know
- but it's easy to get to know them
as we're popping pillows
and blankets
keeping warm
and staying cool
with cold beers
and fog -
a natural fog that calms us
protects us
and keeps us happy
and hidden
all those things we said
all those things we felt
thought
all those things we'll never know
-
we know them
we thought them
we felt them
we said them
-
boredom is drowned with
booze and laughter
the sunshine is shunned
and shadowed
by laziness
and greasy sun-cream
the northern?
we can hear the stereo better
from here -
what do you want to hear?
let's play it!
and shake our heads in amazement
as the blinds
on the windows of opportunity
and perfection
are closed
as we gaze out
and sense the faint taste
of realisation
of our own truths
of our own reality
- but live together
as friends, chosen
by one-another
- within a massive network
of people choosing people
of friends choosing friends
to spend time with
- just this once


its sadder now
a pillow away
from understanding
our little world
the two of us
amongst it all
the pillow world
against worlds
an observation
of a lonely man
a good man
lost mail
damp leaves
sticking to
young girls
setting suns
feeling sleepy
warm soup
a mother's smile
and some thick blankets
an uncle's beer breath
with some cheek kisses
sinking further
into friendship
tight hugs
unexpected
winks
that talk
in their sleep
and say most amazing things
at once
describable
and forgotten
wasted in dreams
we live for
so tiny
so distant
so insignificant
so warm
so sleepy


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