Bora born
Sat-her-day morning _
Saturday morning
he's been up since six
mailing thoughts to those he can't see or hear.
The message board lights up
it seems it's everyone's birthday
21, 40, or 41, but who's counting.
Outside, the season's are boxing
Monsoon time
the air heavy, sticking to his skin.
Breakfast of
tabouli, smoked tuna and garlic
hidden behind flavours of
tomato and holbrooks sauce.
Thank God for the English
and tea of breakfasts
to bring meaning to the start of his day.
A regular diet of Roger Waters in full voice
absorbs his thoughts
in the background as he eats.
The mobile calls him with
a Viennese quartet from the lounge room
the melody competes, for his time and space.
Choose me
it must be important
a last resort, no one uses this thing most days.
A voice answers
the mother of his children, for years it seems
rarely heard.
Today is her day, a monsoon wedding
she asks for forgiveness
before she remarries again.
She remembered the hurt
when his mind was dying
from grief, and blackmail
of emotions, while his children
tied the knots.
What could he say!
together they had broken
barriers of ignorance and prejudice combined.
An example set _ for those who dared to follow
and they did.
He brings on her belly laugh
again the story teller
as he quickly works out
it's not a down day
it's her day _ so be who you are.
- O -
 
© Oct 2004 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
he's been up since six
mailing thoughts to those he can't see or hear.
The message board lights up
it seems it's everyone's birthday
21, 40, or 41, but who's counting.
Outside, the season's are boxing
Monsoon time
the air heavy, sticking to his skin.
Breakfast of
tabouli, smoked tuna and garlic
hidden behind flavours of
tomato and holbrooks sauce.
Thank God for the English
and tea of breakfasts
to bring meaning to the start of his day.
A regular diet of Roger Waters in full voice
absorbs his thoughts
in the background as he eats.
The mobile calls him with
a Viennese quartet from the lounge room
the melody competes, for his time and space.
Choose me
it must be important
a last resort, no one uses this thing most days.
A voice answers
the mother of his children, for years it seems
rarely heard.
Today is her day, a monsoon wedding
she asks for forgiveness
before she remarries again.
She remembered the hurt
when his mind was dying
from grief, and blackmail
of emotions, while his children
tied the knots.
What could he say!
together they had broken
barriers of ignorance and prejudice combined.
An example set _ for those who dared to follow
and they did.
He brings on her belly laugh
again the story teller
as he quickly works out
it's not a down day
it's her day _ so be who you are.
- O -
 
© Oct 2004 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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