Do you think I should bring him in?
Lord Nelson of the Admiralty? Yes, especially if he’s pacing up and down the driveway, as though it’s the quarterdeck of the HMS Victory. People will think he’s bonkers. He’ll be wanting an eye-patch next.
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My heart somersaulted
when you lightning-bolted
into my brain
of pure energy
the eight-minute 40 second orgasm
of ‘Purple Rain’
When I was a horny teen, I sometimes dreamt of finding
paradise by the dashboard lights, but dad wouldn’t let me
have his car so that was that; my big brother who was into
philosophy, said, don’t worry, buddy, heaven can wait;
you don’t know what you’re talking about, I snapped.
I found a gal and we went for it. like bats out of hell.
I didn’t have a big motorcycle, or a belting voice
but I found a gal I hit it off with , so I said to my brother,
hey man, two out of three ain’t bad
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Do I have to tame you?
You’re not lions.
And this little backyard outside my unit
is not a cage
so why don’t you behave?
I only watered you a few times during the week
and you burst out like a prison break.
You leave me no choice.
No, no, it’s too late to plead.
These shears will prune you back
to more modest dimensions.
Don’t worry. The bees will still come.
the yellow-shouldered honey-eaters and wattle birds
& I’ll still write poems about you.
All will be well.
But such profuseness ….
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I have been called an ostrich for burying my head in the sand,
a mole for burrowing down to my zone of creativity,
a creepy lizard by a former girlfriend,
a snail for withdrawing inside my shell when I watch TV,
but best of all a bear, Johnny Bear, a much loved character
from my partner’s childhood, who lived with Grump, his mother
in Yellowstone Park in the book by Ernest Thompson Seton
which I am now devouring like the bookworm I am.
which animals have you sometimes been compared to?
Someone once said to me, Expect the Unexpected.
It seemed daring at the time so I took it on board.
The only problem was because I expected the Unexpected all the time I wasn’t really surprised when it happened.
It was expected right?
Life was losing its surprise factor.
I felt heavy as a bag of cement.
My counsellor suggested — wait for it — Expect the Expected.
So I do,
When the Unexpected happens I light up.
No Kangaroos. No cops. Just wind sideswiping the car. Someone’s high beam lasering yr eyes. Booze in yr blood. fire in yr heart. the ghost of Paul Walker egging u on fleeing like a fugitive fleeing from yrself
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