I've got this newish friend

he's super quiet

Six

Months

Later

He's still quiet

But it's a comforting quiet

Not the quiet that leaves you scratching for something to say

We ate some gold tops a few months back

I decided that night he's a healer

We just sat there

On my deck

In the early hours of the morning

Tripping and sharing little stories

I told him how I use to strangle my neighbour

My friend and his little brother

When I was younger

I've never told that to anyone

We had a good laugh the sort of uncomfortable laugh you have when you're not sure it's really funny

But it is

We've tripped a few times now

On the mushies

And each time is different

Yet alwAys enjoyable

We went big

The trip before last

Ate our freshly picked goodies

He told me of his grandmas quilts but I had to pry

He doesn't share his stories

But he's definitely got a few

NOT

THE END

My partner is often jealous of you

and

I know why

My fingers and small hands

love to hold you

sometimes gently

sometimes my grip so tight my fingers ache and cramp

sometimes I fumble and hold you awkwardly

Your body has all the right curves

Your skin golden and smooth

I poke you repeatedly

slide my fingers across your flat face

push your buttons to bring you to life

to shut you up

or make you sing quietly

but you never complain

Your my constant companion

I spend hours starring at you

You always wear protection

If I have a question

you give the answer

If I long for my family

you bring them near

If I need a recipe for banana pancakes

you deliver

You capture moments in life

and hold them securely

You don't always have the best timing

but that's usually my fault

Death is only temporary for you

A suppository for me is a charge for you

There's been death in the walls for weeks now, probably close to a month really. We've been through the maggot phase, a painful few days. We worked in shifts sweeping them up by the dozens as they fell from the wall, plump little almost flies, searching for a space to shed their grotesque white worm body suits. I shudder to think what it must have looked like behind the walls as the rotting flesh of one of those squabbling possums was being devoured by blow flies and flesh flies.

Darwin's fucking hot and I've lived in some hot fucking places. I guess we were somewhat fortunate in that our noisy ceiling dweller died in the dry season where the midday heat only cooked his smelly ass carcass to100 dry heat degrees. From 10-5 the hallway of death, which links the kitchen to the toilet, has smelled so terribly that it requires verbal assault every time we are unfortunate enough to catch a whiff.

'Fuck it stinks like death!'

I haven't even mentioned the flies yet. Those black little devil spawns buzz by the dozens, landing on our food, in our hair, in ears, sometimes up the nose, when we sleep, when we shit (of course). I remember reading that flies vomit there food up continuously only to ingest it again so everytime you see one rubbing dirty little leg utensiles together, I imagine him puking and eating all in one go.

Flies are fucking nasty and must be the spawn of the devil.

Anyway, we're now approaching the 'build up' where the heat and humidity rise rapidly and I can't wait to get the fuck outta here. The smell is going to be of demonic proportions. Even The Lord master devil daddy would need nose plugs.

Of course we've told our landlord about our smelly nasty slimy situation, but apparently in this nanny state of australia, the critter grabbers aren't allowed to interfere with these native possums, even in death. So in our wall there will rot a possum which will haunt this house for months to come.

You know when something is just so fucking grose that you have to share it... this is one of those situations.

Love worn like an old leather jacket

Warm and comfortable

She loves her toes snapped

Silent feet

Surface from the sheets to signal their need

I abide in a couple of single pull and pops

Little ones first, of course

For those who noticed

My veins pulsed hard tonight

Harder than they've pumped

In some time now

I miss the rush of LSD

Consuming my consumer

Making new the very very old

Wrestling the monkey mind

Transporting the ego

If just for a moment

Death is everywhere these days

Let the good times be enough

Simple

Sunrises and sunsets

Acid trips

Laughing fits

late nights turn

Into reflexive mornings