a fresh new piece (of something)... by Ghostboy






    this is an Intro to a song....

    this is an intro to a song
    one yet to be sung
    like a school bell
    that has not rung

    not for the children
    but for the children that never were
    this is for the crib
    for every kid who runs away
    from their nanny
    this is for our final day
    everything that comes sideways
    like carjacks, cancer
    mud crabs & choking on fries
    this is for kebabs
    and hummus
    and all the strange dips
    on this ride home
    this song is for the boat people
    and by boat people I don’t mean
    refugees
    but all of us afloat

    this is for the goats
    and the sheep who lost their clothes
    this is for the cows
    and their dairy dreams
    this is for the cream
    and the crops
    and the wheat
    and the wheat bix
    and the bits of us
    that don’t rise to the top            kids

    this is for the toast
    to the men who boast
    that their more than white bread
    this is to the head
    the one between
    the cloud and the sea
    and the toes
    may one toe never big bigger than another
    this is for our brothers
    and out mothers sisters cousins
    and their cats
    this is for the rats
    who didn’t jump ship
    and the fleas           
    and all the circus tricks
    we try and pull off every day
    this is to the night
    and the night before
    and the night before that
    and any woman named                                     dawn

    this is song that’s yet to be sung
    like a man who is yet to be hung
    and if Jesus returned right now
    We would call him                                      Jes
    which would just leave                             us
    and he would catch the bus
    and he would smoke                                   more
    and he would swear                                    less
    this is to public transport
    and the other bad jokes
    and the things that don’t arrive on time
    like periods
    and  parking fines
    and losing track to find the map
    this is to the ones                         and the twos
    whose ticket was already punched
    the ones not out too lunch
    this is too brunch
    half egg half bread roll
    man, this is to the soul
    and the shoes
    and the socks
    who hold us up
    when the leg is longer
    than the road

    this is a song for the peeps
    who creep in the dark
    this is to the park
    where the grass is never mowed
    this is too the leaves
    and everything that blows
    like school and the crazy fools
    who ski without their clothes
    this is too yoghurt
    and dessert
    the shower that ran out
    before we had a shirt
    this is                                     Just in
    Bieber
    small boys
    with big egos
    colder than a fever
    this too the girl who knew to much
    and the car that turned to rust
    this is for the zen
    those who kept the hens
    but never ate the eggs
    this is to the teachers
    who taught us their teachings
    that lessons can’t be learnt
    that hearts (not fists) are meant for beating
    and that words, words, words are best for speaking

    this is to the silence




    Catch Ghostboy at the Queensland Poetry Festival in Smitten Cobra's / Judith Wright Shopfront / Sunday 28 August  / with Betsy Turcot & Eleanor Jackson

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