automatic lights and lawn mowers

today is monday. it's 10.43 in the morning. my oats are in my chest and i came to university without a pen. i am a failing brain. i am an unprocessed police check ready for an express yourself next day delivery adrenalin ping. there's so much bed hair in this computer lab, all on my head.

i came to university without a pen.
with no pen in my bag, behind my ear, hanging out the corner of my lip like a ciggy, i came to uni.
rode the 86 from the south end of bourke street without a pen.
i'm at university without a pen.
no pen.
liz: 1
pen: 0

anti oxidants

sometimes life is so great, in that blueberry way...little blue globe jewels marbling their juice in yoghurt.

and in that three in a row shins album way, listening with no-one while a little bit of autumn blows in the window.

blood chocolate

the clock's stuck in daylight savings time. that digital red glow. time.

blood...specks of calorie
dripp
pping.