I'm a mother

"I graduated.
I did so recently.
I know I have, because my emotions are ensuing,
I can hear the classically strung instruments collectively build;
I can see the people around me smiling with tears;
I can see qantas flight attendants walk through my field;
I can feel the weighted importance of each hug;
I can smell nothing -- TV doesn't teach you smells;
But I'm sitting there checking my linkedin profile,
dividing my attention into two - the contemporary way,
as my eyes water, a movie about cancer, he dies.
He had a talent and he died, his mother would peer and
I would wail with overwhelming beauty.

I feel great,
scratching makeup off my forehead,
my nose is blocked,
the sun in my window,
my heart having palpitated, it feels optimistic.
-- I'm sure that is how ageing feels, optimistic once exerted;

I laugh at how I watch a formula,
and not feel cold, or formulated.
I watch an under produced, poorly written journey,
and feel each bump, and still enjoy it like a mother.
As if talking to a child about their day,
an interest; an investment that does not waver,
no matter how poor their grasp on language.

I see it now, my hand guiding their's home.
'how was your day?', and they'll open their mouth
and tell you things you can't find logic in.
I can imagine the entire scene, except the smell,
there is still an absence.
Reality will teach me yet.

Until then I'll collect pot-plants."

I wrote poetry to be alone.
I ate expensive cake and left over pizza,
Gourmet
Because I was alone
Breakfast

The cake was creamed
I wasn't
I looked at friends posts
On valentines, some jokes
Some sad flowered obsessions

I was invited to my god's house
Afterwork
No money, but I still want a decline.
I want romance, but I'll never receive any
I want passion in my absence
Mood swings of love
Of drama
Like Latino actors
But not for me, my god is just.
And I am still broke
Still alone.

Purple Japan

Long hair
-washed caramel
Asakusa
Pale pink, laced sakura,
Cherry-Blossom Bum
doll legs holding it up.

Fascination with dogs,
the books tell me so
English translation.

Big and stupid acting like a tour guide
even I could say don't leave money laying

Blue in stripes, but anti-Semitic and a hand of modesty.

Cured eggplant turns blue,
terrible tasting on the tongue too.





Modern comparison between birds and flowers,
there the birds are painted,
blossoms are at middle age.
Kimono of sex
No sex shop makes sexy Kimonos
- tourist's shopping.

Purple, purple, she likes purple.
Blue, pink, blue, pink.
They don't make a lot of purple in Japan.