they just come onto my head like that in a weird almost unconcious way
really not sure i like them
they're in a mood of thier own sorta rueful and reflective
is
all
i
want
to
do
that
and
need
to
talk
to
you
asking
if
your
love
is
true
oh
menopause
deep
midnight
blue
a
mish
mash
of
god
awful
tripe
my
poems
any
thing
that
makes
me
pause
OR
a
mish
mash
of
absolute
trash
my
poems
any
thing
that
gives
me
pause
i've
never
had
to
do
this
before
spit
words
out
on
paper
an
aberration
in
character
is
that
possible?
a
man
is
struggling
to
save
his
town
by
building
the
worlds
largest
gumboot
how
can
i
not
smile
knowing
that
the
glorious
stupidity
i
can't
write
for
figs
toffee
either
i'd
just
like
to
write
for
myself
and
one
other
;o)
wondering
if
my
neighbour
(who
is
riding
up
the
laneway)
is
going
to
get
a
paper
(that
he
usually
gets
on
saturday)
birds
sing
a
light
breeze
blows
its
too
late
i'm
a
dead
woman
save
the
funeral
songs
sit
me
under
majestic
trees
let
me
be
at
one
men
are
made
of
hot
air
strutting
boastfully
foolish
faces
grimacing
menopause
stopped
by
today
decided
she
would
like
to
play
brought
two
friends
from
along
the
way
anger
and
sorrow
who've
decided
to
stay
i
wish
that
they'd
all
go
away
and
i
could
go
back
to
yesterday
depression
my
dear
you
inspire
me
to
poetry
but
we
really
must
stop
meeting
like
this
his
words
pierce
im
deflated
remains
failings
spilt
guts
general
consensus
fits
every
body
when
it
suits
them
to
understand
anothers
perspective
you
have
to
step
right
out
of
yourself
sometimes
when
things
seem
to
be
falling
apart
they
are
merely
shifting
love
requires
imagination
though
there
is
some
reality
to
it
life
seemed
like
fruit
when
i
was
young
full
of
promise
sweet
to
taste
on
maturing
its
worms
and
bitterness
men
feel
such
sympathy
for
the
women
they
want
to
fuck
i
get
so
ground
down
by
all
the
reminders
of
what
it
is
you
really
like
will
you
never
get
bored
with
their
unreality
love
makes
aging
more
painful
and
difficult
not
easier
as
you
might
suppose
nothing
in
life
ever
turns
out
the
way
you
imagine
never
more
so
than
when
you
get
what
you've
wanted
hes
pulling
back
looking
anew
writing
bequests
moving
on
im
dying
i
have
lost
you
to
winter
already
felt
you
take
your
leave
a
cold
wind
blows