Retina Galaxy

Tonight I went to a poetry reading at La Mama. It was great, I went with Kassie (myhousemate/bestfriend/sisterthatineverhad) and we are both now awe-struck fan girls of Tom Joyce. His voice was soft and his words were fluid like rain, his poems unfolded like a story that had everyone in the audience entranced. We both felt so inspired and I came home and wrote some more poetry myself, fixing things up for my poetry folio I'll be handing in next week for Uni. It's probably the only subject I'm not stressed about because I've actually got everything pretty much together.. Here's something I wrote have a gander have a read;

Things become very different over time.

You-

Whose head once seemed like a universe,
a world under your eyelids,
who are you who’s in there, inside that mind of yours?

back then - when - your eyes lost focus and you

stared at that middle point in gravity

thinking thoughts, I thought ‘what are they?’

and now,

I know the story behind each rip in your jeans,

and the bruise on your knee

and the scar on your arm

and where you got that poster

and why you don’t like beetroot

and who your old friends are
how you hate them now

and

me

you used to think I liked cats

that I only liked girls

that I was overconfident overexcited overrated

and now                 you know               that when you ask me for a sip

of my diet coke and I say

'yeah okay' in that voice that I actually

mean no I want it for myself sorry.

and now                 you know

that I’m selfish and I’m bored

and now               I know

that you’re controlling and a pervert

                  but then I’ll read something you wrote

a poem a lyric a line a sentence and I think-
where did this come from?
behind those eyelids

that retina galaxy – and I think-

your head is still a world

                  I’ve yet to comprehend.