Affable turning to finite
and not a trace of profit from the whole affair.
A newsreader of our dally would read aloud the bored words
from beyond the camera lens:
‘She describes an intense period of sexual activity followed by stress and then pain.’
I remember our affinity like I do the traces of stuck porridge
lining my bowl:
remnant, saddened, hardening to brittle spikes.
I remember your return, it sits congealed
behind my eyes.
To the tune of ‘Hopelessly Devoted To You’, from Grease
Guess mine is not the first heart broken
These eyes are not the first to cry
I’m not the first that’s been
Lectured on Kendrick’s vocals.
‘You know you’re just a fool who’s willing
To let him lead you on
He still texts his ex-‘ -But
It’s that or binge on Game of Thrones
I’m hopelessly addicted to sex.
But now I’m always on my knees
Since you told me I was mature for my age
I’m always giving head
Hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to my fuckboi
Hopelessly devoted to fuckbois.
My friends are saying ‘fool, forget him.
He hates his mum and wears ironic hats.
He doesn’t respect you!’
But I don’t want to sleep alone
Canberra winters are so cold.
But now I’m falling behind
Since he said didn’t want to put a label on us
I’m starting to fail uni
What happened to my GPA of 6
This fuckboi is ruining my degree
‘You could to on Tinder again’
(I’m) hopelessly devoted to fuckbois
Hopelessly devoted to …. sex.
This is not a new day
nor rising light
nor anything resembling a beginning, rather
I sometimes think of you
without hope for clear sight.
I still, I still, I still crave
the half-forgotten warmth.
What was full of life
is like that still; must be;
so others appear to say; but for me the fullness of things has dwindled.
A clamp on my throat,
a falling of thought into slow ruin.
Sun sheds hot air on pavement;
students drink coffee to think stupid things faster;
play at politics and vomit up the night in the morning.
Time is ageless; thoughts age us.
Bow-backed they crouch with me at the window
as the light fades.