liking it Jim. nonchalant recounting.
KS
2008/9/17 Jim Bennett <[log in to unmask]>
> snapped
>
> I went to this place in Breck Road
> someone said was a bike shop
> it turned out to be in the front room
> of a house
>
> I had to knock on the front door
> and an old guy smelling of fish answered
> and let me in
>
> the house smelt of fish
> old stale fish
> like that was all that was ever eaten there
> everything stinks of it even the walls
> sweat out the stench of fish
>
> I bought something fast
> just to get out
> (not the thing I wanted I forgot that)
> but it didn't matter because that stunk too
> and up close it felt greasy
> greasy fish greasy
> I never forgot it
>
> another time
> I went to visit a guy
> I liked lots
> he always gave me hot tips
> he answered the door
> shirt collar rolled down
> and turned in
> soap still on his face
> from shaving
>
> I didn't get any tips
> I just mumbled something and left
> he made me feel ill
> just seeing him like that
> I never forgot
>
> then there was the birthdaycake
> that turened out to be
> a box covered in some
> white crap with a candle stuck in it
> I never forgot
>
> these memories
> came came to the top
> when I read a poem from Max
> who said he was going to write
> a humorous polemic about
> "how contemporary poetry, in Australia
> at least, has fallen into the hands of aspies!"
> I suppose I bubbled-up those other times
> because they were disappointments
>
> and this is how I know what to feel
> how to act and react
> compare and contrast
> the present with the past
>
> all the times
> I was told about appropriate behaviour
> are stored away so I can
> compare and contrast
> the present with the past
> yes that is what it was
> I was disappointed
> I am never able to forget
> disapointments
> but it is important
> not to over react
> I am told
>
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