Monday, June 22, 2009

Pretty Rose

I plucked a rose from my garden just a week ago
And remarked to myself, what a pretty thing to grow.

I put it on my windowsil

In the passing week I watched the petels droop and fall to the floor.
The rose withered up to nothing and was no more
Its a shame that beauty dies so fast
Thank god for ugliness casue we will live forever

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Dead Numbers

A friend of mine died recently. A close friend. I didn't go to the funeral, I was in melbourne doing stand up comedy. When I droped into Sydney on my way home, my mother said to me, that she got a friend to delete the deceased number from her phone.
I'd never thought about something like that. I've had many friends die, at least three suicides, one murdered, two manslaughtered, a lot of accidents and a few old agers. I've had this running through my head for weeks now, but today, something about today made me write about it. Maybe it's the chill in the air as winter sets in... nah, it's more likely I haven't done something productive since I returned from Sydney and today I woke up.
I woke up, but none of them will.
I've never deleted any of their numbers, and I don't plan to. I wont even look at them, they remind me of the people who once possesed them. Seeing them would bring to light the fact that although I take their numbers with me everywhere, I'll never call them again, never hear their voices. I guess having their numbers in my phone, helps me to pretend that there not gone. And I'll flick through my phone, see their number and think, 'haven't heard from them in a while,' and then reality will dawn on me once more.
My memory is so bad I could forget they ever existed, but I know I wont now. I'll carry their numbers with me until I die.