Collins St, 5pm by John Brack

Collins St, 5pm. John Brack, originally uploaded by glennpeters.

Public Telephone Coversation #9

Holmesglen?
Come home, Glenn.

That's What He Said

That's what he said,
He was always right,
Jasmine smells best,
At night.

Insomnia We Trust

The seventh doze off was peeved by the thought I lost her completely.
Check what's on.
A music clip.
A song she loves.
Does that mean anything or is it just mean?

The Art of Whining

If you really wanted to win lotto, you would be trying a lot harder.

And Then I Shot Him

There's nothing nice about prison except that it makes you stop running.

Hall's Gap

Hall was stuck holding up the Totem Pole. The pole faces were stern kitsch. Not hip kitsch. More hop kotsch, screaming, playful Martin Denny camp and as dangerous as a street juggler's autistic minder.
"You're either with us or against us!" cried the pole faces.
"What? You want me to join you freaks?"
"You must. You're one of us."
Hank Williams' Kawliga and Tennessee Williams' Mitch squeezed to give Hall some room.
Hall, confused, refused.

Let Me Eat Your Badly Packed Kebab

Sweat and fat. Ash tipping while you cut the tomato. I said I wanted garlic sauce. Why do you ask me again? What do you think I am. One of those guys who wants the chicken with no onions, no sauce and could you please cut that in half? I want it normal.
I'm really drunk and a little bit stoned but I'm not your bunny. I gave you a twenty, now I expect change.
Where is everybody?

To Sleep

Take page from notebook.
Write the word, hope on the page.
Fold page to half the size of an apple.
Sleep with page inside your pillow case.

My Weak End

It was a long weekend. Longer without Pretty.
Saturday morning I woke up with a bad back. I said to the bad back, "I can't remember bringing you home last night."
Bad back said, "But you did, Sir. But you did."
I went to the city. Bad Back insisted on coming.
Went to a party. Didn't see Pretty there for the first half hour. Everybody was awkward and wanted to talk about 'football' with me.
They weren't really talking about 'football'. There was a whole new conversation fluttering above.
Weak End ends.