3 Lights and a Kiwi

Tree houses in the park
With a picnicking army of ants
Fighting off the birds
Who are waiting on a train

The red light's stuck on yield
While the coffee clan sips
Fish never tasted this fresh
Said the dolphin!

The wooden table dreams
Of when she had roots
And the chairs at her side
Wisper, "masseuse, I'm coming home."

The clouds are still low enough that I shouldn't be talking about them
And as I hear a motorcycle speed by
I can't help but think, "it was the sun's fault all along."

Some holidays are country songs
And most flooring is fake
But it's hard to pray when your kneeling knee is ripped out of your favorite jeans.

E-

Sunday and Monday

Today is MONDAY and it is also SUNDAY still... Fantasy Draft (a beloved holiday in the states) is upon us and ironically it falls on Aussie Father's Day; "Avery, just get me Aaron Rogers and J. Finely." Although, by looking in the mirror as I write this I could use a "man groomer."

I slept with the windows open last night, and since I'm about 20' from the train, the conductor's voice is all i heard, even had a dream about him, he was narrating the story of life, he'd be a great audio book voice, at least from 100m.

I'm still waiting to hear when they're going to throw me to the wolves out in the middle of Aussie land; been training to box with this kangaroo down on the corner; nice enough fella, gotta a temper i tell ya.

gotta go get on my drafting pants and magic scarf.

e-

Brisbane Festival Kickoff...

Now that we've got the fireworks and 2 million stampeding children out of the way let's nurse this hangover; little of this, little of that, a shot of the gym for punishment and some early 80's British comedy TV should do the trick... I hate British humor (or lack there of).

I paid close attention to the Magpie swarm following me as I crossed the intersection, dodged the El Camino jumped into the ditch, crawled on my belly through the mine field just before the world exploded; safely made it to the coffee shop in time to wash my hands, "yes, a black coffee, no, no cream, no, no sugar, did you see what I had to go through to make it over here? all i want is coffee and if I have a choice I'd like it to be of the Kona variety, no choices, ok, give me whatcha got." lazy-

Went to the gym, got one of those ab work out balls, placed it in the corner, rested my head on it and watched European Car racing for 45 minutes, killed the TV and took the lift to floor 2 - Loft 214, why's it got to be at the end of the hall? there is not a further door from the lift and I do not like this one bit.

All jokes aside a lizard chased me for 2 blocks today. He was muttering something under his tongue but I had no change, not real sure they spent this Aussie Dollar currency to begin with. On another note, when you got a $2 coin in your currency system it makes me a little hesitant to reach into my pocket to give homeless folk change... "here hobo, you can have the little silver one's; i'm sure they're shit coins, the picture on them isn't even of a queen, just some homeless guy with a saying under his face "it's ok, go ahead, it's only 50 cents."  IN GOD WE TRUST

Walked another 20k today... I'm single handily curing cancer. Does the charity walks work the same way? Maybe my intentions are the only things that are good here...

There's a skateboard park across the street and I sit on the patio, drinking coffee, smoking random named cigarettes and I watch these kids on razor scooters haul ass and jump off the back side of this concrete ramp, they never come back, i'm guessing that's the ramp to puberty, because on the other side everyone has mexican mustaches and no one's wearing a Beiber shirt anymore.

Today could very well be my last day in Brissy, then off to some secluded camp village to pillage the villagers and steal all their back woods whiskey like some red scarf from yesteryear (note; i wasn't sure yesteryear was a real word however spell check gave me the thumbs up)...

I need to do some laundry but Patrick's pet snake lives in there at the moment and I don't handle snakes all that well (but I'm trying)... I keep adding bleach and setting it to "heavily soiled" I told him, "hey you want an albino one right, give me time Patrick, they're worth more."

I miss my New York friends i met last night. I think somewhere during our conversation the Rum told my brain, "hey bra, listen here, I GOT THIS, let me handle things from here on out, after all I'm Aussie." Sad thing is when the taxi dropped us off my mind wasn't with us and i bet some Kiwi $20 I could swim 10 laps in our Olympic size lap pool. 5 minutes later i had a life preserver around my foot and was being pulled to the shallow end. "mate, by you pulling me to this end that makes 10 laps, pay up sucka... (just kidding none of this really happened).

 Good night, e-