I WANT TO START A CLUB
IT’S CALLED ‘NAP CLUB’.
EACH WEEK WE FIND A COMFORTABLE ROOM AND BRING IN A LOT OF PILLOWS AND MATTRESSES AND BLANKETS. THEN WE ALL LIE DOWN AND FALL ASLEEP TOGETHER.
I KNOW THIS DOESN’T SOUND SERIOUS BUT IT IS THE MOST SERIOUS I HAVE BEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE.
ONGOING CHILDHOOD.
I’M A KID I’M A BIG KID. I’M A BIG KID AND GETTING BIGGER. I’M CLIFFORD THE BIG RED KID. I’M ELEVEN FEET OF CHILDHOOD ALL SMOOSHED INTO SIX FOOT OF BODY. WHEN YOU TELL ME AN ADULT THEMED JOKE I GIVE IT AN ADULT SMILE. I’VE GOT A KID’S SMILE UNDER THE ADULT SMILE AND IT IS SMILING BECAUSE YOU JUST TALKED ABOUT SEX. THE KID ISN’T SUPPOSED TO KNOW ABOUT SEX BUT HE DOES AND HE FINDS IT KIND OF FUNNY. YUP.
THE KID MAKES ME BUY MY OWN PAIRS OF SHOES TWO TIMES OVERSIZE. THE KID ISN’T READY TO HAVE ADULT FEET OF HIS OWN. TWO TIMES OVERSIZE FEELS LIKE WALKING AROUND IN DAD’S SHOES WHILE HE’S AT WORK. THE KID THINKS ABOUT HIDING EMERGENCY LEGO IN THE EMPTY BITS OF BIG SHOES. IN CASE THE KID NEEDS TO BUILD A BRIDGE OVER SOMETHING TOO BIG TO JUMP.
THE KID CAN LIVE OFF CARTOONS AND COLA. I CAN’T. BUT THE KID DON’T CARE ABOUT DEATH. PLUS I WAS BORN BEFORE THE KID SO I’M GOING TO DIE FIRST ANYWAY. THE KID MAKES ME FORGET ABOUT BRAIN TUMOURS OR GETTING HIT BY A BUS. THE KID MAKES IT CLEAR THAT EVERYONE LIVES FOR ONE HUNDRED YEARS EXACTLY.
SOME DAYS I DON’T SEE THE KID.
S.A.D.
SEASONAL AFFECTIVE DISORDER.
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IT IS WINTER IN MELBOURNE
THIS IS UNAVOIDABLE.
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IN THE NIGHTS I SLEEP ON MY MATTRESS
AND IN A SLEEPING BAG.
I PUT A BIG ORANGE SHEET OVER ME
AND THE SLEEPING BAG.
THE SHEET IS A VERY RELAXED TENT
AND THIS IS A VERY DEPRESSING CAMPING ADVENTURE.
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I WASHED MY CLOTHES FOUR DAYS AGO,
HUNG THEM ON THE CLOTHES LINE AND LEFT THEM
TO THE VACUUM OF SOUTHERN HEMISPHERE MAY.
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WHEN I BRING THESE CLOTHES IN I WILL WEAR THEM.
I WILL SMELL LIKE THE WEATHER.
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IN JUNE I WILL LIE IN MY CLOTHES
AND IN THE SLEEPING BAG.
IN JUNE I WILL BE ALONE TO EVERYONE.
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IN LATE MAY I AM THINKING OF HIBERNATION.
