Untidy Fool

Just a thought being passed off as some form of art.

 

A Melburnian from Canberra, 

In love with New York, 

Looked back at me from the mirror this morning and said 

"Put some clothes on, you untidy fool". 

So I dragged the poor sod out of the mirror and 

Off the bed and said "this is your life, my dear." 

I extended my hand to her and I took it graciously thinking: we'll always have each other... 

 

Thinking: strange how the big whoever-you-like is throwing Americans at me. These fabulous minds filtered through the most cliche'd of voices and I love the jazz of it all. How blessed I am today...

 

I was hungover as hell when I woke.

 

We walked hand in hand, thinking: I'll always be alone.

 

Reviews

[Edward Clay]

This is fresh. I haven't read this style before. the words, the phrases, the slang. it all works. this feels like it should be narrated to a steve allen soundtrack.

it has it's own jazz beat. someone like kerouac would have been proud of this.

[Adam Greenfield]

You're not alone but you're definitely missed.

I love the style of this piece of art you've put out there. It's written uniquely and I dig that. Makes you stop and look at it aesthetically, too.