Tuesday, 16 March 2010

Fallen Lucy - A Song

Lucy, was looking into the clouds

Matthew, was looking at Lucy

Lucy was falling into the ground

(Into the ground)

Matthew was diving at the clouds

Lucy fell into the ground

Matthew dived into the clouds

Their worlds circled round each other

the sky, wouldn’t meet the ground

(meet the ground)

Lucy looked at Matt and smiled

held up her hands and caught the sun

and said, this is for you

Matthew looked at Lucy and cried

you gave me the sun

when I fell through the clouds

but I would have been happy

just to have your smile

(to have your smile)

Lucy fell into the ground

Matthew dived into the clouds

Their worlds circled round each other

the sky couldn’t meet the ground

(meet the ground)

Lucy’s smile lit up her face

through Lucy’s lashes Matthew

saw himself reflected

and, echoed Lucy’s smile

(Lucy’s smile…)

but the sun flew out

from Matthews mouth

it was too much for him to bear

and the ground opened up beneath them

and swallowed Lucy whole

(Lucy whole)

Lucy fell into the ground

and Matthew dived into the clouds

Matthew, dived into the clouds

(Into the clouds)

Their worlds circled round each other

the sky wouldn’t meet the ground

sky wouldn’t meet the ground

meet the ground

meet the ground

meet the ground

meet the ground

sky wouldn’t meet the ground


Eucalyptus; a majestic tree

Stark, powerful and magic

Weeping fronds, droop like keening women

towards the red earth

Claylike, the earth supports the tree

in its solidarity.

Friday, 12 March 2010

Haiku Attempt 2 - The Spring of Each Season

Creeping coldness eats at

Summers warm and tender rays of light

Speaks of autumn leaves

Orange burnished shadows

falling silently from trees

crackle on the ground

Twitter and shuffle

of small creatures on the leaves

create seasonal song

Heat fades with bitter rain

wind drifts, moves autumn along

the forest cries

Summer dies, autumn cries

Winter springs, into new life

flowers curl open.

Haiku Attempt - A Petite Cat (Gets even with the Goldfish)

A petite cat lifts

her soft paw - bats at goldfish

The fish shimmers, reflects

Water in the bowl

A strand of weed sways gently

To the filters tide

The pebbles spin, shoot

And spin from the goldfish mouth

The cat paws her prey

Visitations and light bulbs in the night

It’s official. I’m scared of ghosts. Can I be scared of something I don’t believe in? Well, after experiencing my lights turning on and off for no reason – even when the light switch is in the other room – and my fan suddenly turning itself on, depressions of air making sounds like footsteps in the hall and my friend in the spare room emitting high pitched giggles and mumbling at 2am … yes, I’m freaked out.

Of course the fan and the light wires might be crossed – which makes sense when I turn the light on and get the fan instead – but what about when the light turns on by itself, waking me up at 11pm and again at 3am last night. Freaky.

I’m up late at night now, exhausted and still sick, but a bit too squeamish to go to bed yet. I’d better go soon though – TV is fast turning in to a bunch of sex phone line ads, and some retarded exercise routine called “Zumba”. I’ve been watching it for so long that I’m almost considering it – even though the “previously fat people” all look like professional dancers and the guy who’s selling the dvd (for the low, low price of $145) looks like a real wanker. And their ear to ear smiles are almost as scary as my ghost.

I’ve been trying not to talk about it much, the ghost, except to laugh about it … because otherwise it’s just going to freak me out even more. But right now I just need someone to hug in bed with me and scare away the ghost for me.

I never should have watched Paranormal Activity. I thought it was a stupid movie and I didn’t find it scary at the time. It’s the ideas that the movie put in my head that started all this off; it doesn’t help that I live near a cemetery …

Right. I’m going to bed. And I’m not taking the Zumba dvd or any ghosts with me.

Thursday, 11 March 2010

Food Poisoning Fun

I will never eat pork and coriander dumplings that are on sale from my local Asian Grocery store again. Two days of food poisoning followed by a head cold is not my cup of green tea.

Sunday, 7 March 2010

Happiness is a lie

You think I’m happy all the time

But I’m just holding it all in

You think I’m happy all the time

But I’m just sitting here and killing time

My life’s been golden enough

Even when I was doing it tough

I never had to sleep it rough

I never asked for more than enough

You think I’m happy all the time

But there've been times I didn’t have a dime

Still, I never had to sleep it rough

I never asked for more than enough

It’s not that I’m not happy all the time

It’s just that I’ve had a fair share of

sadness in my time

It’s not that I’m arguing the point

But you seem to think I’m happy all the time

And that’s just not the way it is

The way it is with me

You think I’m happy all the time

Still, that’s just not the way it is

The way it is with me.

Wednesday, 3 March 2010

Then the phone rang.

The phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number so I almost didn’t pick it up. But I’d had a job interview that morning so I thought, what the hey!

“Hello? Lucy speaking.”

“Hello there”.

Quick pause for lightening bolt to travel down my spine - holy crap it was my ex, Daniel. Damn him for always getting a reaction out of me. I answered cautiously.

“Hello Daniel”.

“Hey, you recognized my voice.”

“So I did, not like last time.”

He had called about six months ago with a new number and made me guess. I hadn’t been expecting it, as he hadn’t called me for a year and a half before that; so I didn’t clue into who he was, for a while. Eventually the penny had dropped.

“What time?”

Bastard, I knew he’d put me on the spot.

“Ah, just some time I didn’t recognize you voice, ages ago.” I trailed off awkwardly.

“Sooo, I’m holidaying on the Sunshine Coast with some friends and I was wondering if you still know anyone here?”

Random, where was this going?

“Um, no, not really; most of my friends have moved away and the rest I don’t talk to anymore, mainly because they are still there. Why?”

“Well I was wondering if you have any, connections.” Daniel paused.

Ah, the penny dropped – again. He wanted drugs.

“I don’t really know anyone like that, well, maybe Julie. But she lives on the Gold Coast now, so probably not” I rolled my eyes.

“Hmmm, the Gold Coast, that’s a bit far away.”

“Well if you’re that keen.”

“Surely she must still know people here right?” he said persuasively. God he had a sexy voice, just dripping with suave confidence. “Come on, we’re friends aren’t we?”

“Yeah, friends”, I snickered sarcastically, “Great friends”.

His voice dropped – and became blunt and annoyed – as he dropped all pretenses.

“Ok, well, great to talk to you. See you around and all”.

“Yeah, sure.” I said flatly.

“Talk later, bye!” Daniel hung up.

Bastard, I was almost tempted to call Julie, but wasn’t about to degrade myself that far. I threw my phone down. All of a sudden I had an idea and my face lit up in a wide smirk. About two years ago a friend of mine had given me this number called “My Fake”. If someone you didn’t like asked for your number and you couldn’t get rid of them, you handed it out. When the unfortunate person called the number, they would go straight to a rejection line voicemail and a young guy’s voice saying,

“Hi you’ve contacted the rejection line. The person who gave you this number never wants to see you again. We’d like to take this opportunity to officially reject you. Please feel free to leave a voice mail, or alternatively, you can send a picture message to this number. Happy New Year!”

Then a different male voice saying, “Sorry this message box is already full”

I laughed, evilly; this was going to be fun. I picked up the phone and looked for the number, then wrote it down and tried it out to make sure it still worked. It did, perfect. I sent Daniel an sms:

“Julie – 041_______, have fun.

Immediately he sent one back

“Thanks! Did you warn her I would call?”

I smirked

“Go right ahead”

My phone beeped and I grabbed it

“You’re a champ, D"

You don’t know the half of it, I thought, almost apoplectic with laughter.

I went to the kitchen to make myself tea. I had been sitting too long at the computer listening to music and talking on msn, I needed warming up. My nervous system was shot after the call with Daniel. I filled up the kettle and gazed out the window, it was starting to get dark earlier, I thought absentmindedly. Suddenly my phone beeped again. I lunged for it with glee.

It was Daniel.

“Ice cold.”

I burst out laughing. Oh my God, hilarious. I wasn’t sure if he’d actually call the number. He completely fell for it! So. Funny. I sat back down at the computer, a stupid smirk on my face. Abruptly my phone rang; not surprisingly I didn’t know the number, yet again.

I answered with trepidation, “Hello?”

A male voice, a rather sexy one, spoke into my ear. I could hear in his voice that he was trying to suppress his laughter.

“Hi, you don’t know me; I’m James, Daniel’s brother. I just called to say that was absolutely brilliant!”

He started to laugh and I heard Daniel’s voice hollering something in the background.

“That’ll learn him”, I said dryly.

“Really, that was fantastic. He’s still laughing. We all are. You’ve had us rolling on the floor for the last five minutes!”

I grinned. “Glad to be of service. I’ve had that number for so long and I’ve never had a chance to use it. Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” I was wicked with delight. I knew Daniel’s wry sense of humour.

James chortled, “Seriously, don’t be sorry. It was too good. He had no idea at all! Fantastic, you totally got him.”

“Glad to be of service,” I replied. “About Julie, I would, but…”

James cut me off, “Don’t worry about it, seriously, you given us plenty. We’ll be laughing about this for the rest of the night. Great to talk to you though”

“You too”, I smiled.

And hung up.