Salvador Dali's moustache

Ex-friends You become elephants with your telephone trunks tying up my brain into grey thumping feet Lipstick I don't wear lipstick much 'Isabella, wear lipstick!' I could recite you every lipstick shade ever made But still I wear no lipstick Almadovar has always been jealous of me Ever since I got the sex number 69 for Spanish in my HSC. Wednesday Wednesday I don't know if I love or hate you because you Always cut my week in half Doorways Doorways Leading the way towards warm rooms Organising Organising me is killing me Organising me is filling me up too much Organising me is pure hard work How I hate hard work Eyebrows Straggly eyebrows Unkempt eyebrows Eyebrows that are shapeless Get me down The tram ride The tram ride was as bumpy and temperamental as the people on it T-shirt Too baggy, feel sexless Too tight feel too sexy There is no happy medium with a t-shirt There are two sides to every t-shirt Crumbs Crumbs tempt me Breaking my conscience Salvador Dali's moustache I love the way you go from fat to thin Straight to curly Shadows Shadows make me see my darker side Plants 1. The pot stark black, cobalt, curvaceous The flowers white, delicate embroidered by Surrounding greenery 2. A plant spilling over its black holder Like champagne bubbling over a new years day 3. The half dressed bamboo Stands away from its harsh, dry mouthed owner 4. The green spidery leaves crawl out of the pot towards other victims Out to Mars Chocolate is my weakness. Dad today proved it was his strength as he knocked the Mars Bar out of my hand and threw it out the car window maybe out to Mars.