spring

your glassy eyes betray you





On the first night of spring, a bug flew into sid's window. we played football at 2 in the morning in the park near his house. running around the semi dark of the trees, the moon was so big i was sure i could knock off a chunk of cheese with the football. but spring is a capricious lady. a few nights later, sydney received the highest rainfall its got in over a century. oxford street became a river, with water gushing off rooftops and out of manholes in the sidewalk. Gale force winds turning my bag into a kite. went back to sids house to get my guitar and noticed the same bug was dead on his carpet, which cos of stray bits of tobbacco and alcohol stains, has become a sort of graveyard for a recent hedonistic past. Its nice to be in at night and hear the wind raping the guillotine styled windows of sydney's older houses, but its nicer to be out, i hope summer takes its time.