Dusktilldawn• Show poetry

somtimes poetry is the only language. And a description of myself, now that's not so easy. Gawkingly awkward, obsessively fastidious except when I'm slovenly wanton. I love pizza with pepperoni and double cheese drizzled in Paul Newman's Own but am bed-ridden with panic attacks about dying at 44. I love the smell of Jacaranda's although I'm told they don't. Perhaps it's just summer and sprinklers on grass and dust? I love peanut butter and honey sandwiches while watching Dr Who, or Star Trek or the X-Files. Michelle Pfeiffer does it for me but not as much as My Princess who caught me with a kiss when I was 15. Cricket is just another word for life. Basil Fawlty is God. I do ET impersonations when I'm drunk and I ring mates on the trampoline at 4am in the morning while watching the Southern Cross bare witness to my treatise on life. They're good mates. Sometimes they even listen. Yesterday I traced the hand of another Princess in my diary. Maid Madelyn. She's four and she caught me the moment she arrived looking like a skinned rabbit. All blue and mystery. She's the "big" sister for her 10 and 8 year-old brothers. People think Dylan was named after Dylan from Dylan from Beverly Hills fame. It was big back then. Some say Bob Dylan. I don't often tell them it was Dylan Thomas. Sean wasn't named after a poet. James Bond. The one true Bond: Connery, Billy Connolly's mate.
I think about why we're here while laying on that trampoline.
I think about nothing but bills and the mortgage and work.
I dream electric dreams. The ones given voice by Rutger Hauer in Blade Runner. The exact words escape me now. That's not unusual. I read anything but remember little. Just the feeling, the memory of comfort and bed and cups of tea with soggy shortbread creams and crumbs on chest hair I didn't have not that long ago. I hate confrontation but wish I could float like a butterfly and sting like a bee. I hate not being able to write like Whitman or Slessor or AD Hope.
I hate it I didn't guess who shot JR and that the X-Files are about to end. I don't understand suicide bombers.
I wish the world was a happier place.
I wish I knew more words to explain
I write too much, but not as much as I talk when I'm pissed.
I talk about as much as Tonto in the lone Ranger unless someone shows me the Wild Turkey bottle. I wish I could talk like Sean Connery and think like Stephen Hawking.
I wish I cared enough to try.
Drop by and say "G'day". I'm dusktilldawn and I'm just laying here on the trampoline watching a battlecruiser breach the rings of Saturn...