Jul. 2nd, 2007

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I had such an abysmal day at work today (I was PMSing. Steff was in some kind of shitty mood that made her totally incompetent - like, she was doing the pies and I was doing the mags, so I told her, hey, I can watch the till. I had to go over to the mag stand and she had come up to the counter when a customer came. She just stood there writing pie stickers waiting for me to a)notice the dude and b) come up to the counter. WTF? And Steve finally realised how fucking disorganised the store is and was having self-doubt. So, yeah, it SUCKED.) So I decided to self-medicate with a book overdose.

etc )

And now I have to go read for a week straight. *smooches*
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The Hill

above the house where I grew up,
a scratched forest of norfolk pines grew too.
giant unplanted things
apartment blocks for birds.
magpies quardle-doodled with their neighbours and
build nests on every level. every
storey. they followed each other from branch to branch.
at the right time of the year we ran
screaming across the wide hill, covering
our heads with neon sunhats, terrified
of cowboys from above, black beaks
and bandits. the dead silence of the sun,
broken with feathers.

lions prowled below, we knew and in the morning
we woke and heard strange cries, birds
from many faraway places, distant gongs.
when we fed black Jack in the evening, we heard
the big cats feeding and their sunset roars.

we had black tarry footprints in the summer,
our soles were tough and hardened with every step.
when it rained we picked our way across the street
shoulders hunched like vultures, we dammed the gutters
with cigarette packs and dead leaves and damned the sun.
mud waterfalled down flecked with cigarette butts and
tin rings from coke cans.

away from the magpie commune, up the hill in
the other direction, we went around and around
and around and around til we reached the highest point of the city.
fireworks burst in front of us and we could touch them, we heard
them with our bodies. we could see picton, we could see australia, we could see -- everything -
it was spread out beneath us. one step away.

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