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February, 2010

  1. war on the sun

    February 27, 2010 by Mathew Ferguson

    once when i was little me and my friend tom declared war on the sun because there had been this war movie on and they had declared war and so we decided to declare war and we got the dog involved and he was a General and then we asked dad to help us and he could be a General too but he said he wanted to be a Specific and the joke was so dumb he got demoted to dog-helper

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  2. future wife

    February 26, 2010 by Mathew Ferguson

    at the big dance
    and many questions come
    where do i go
    how long have i
    why did you start

    i lie about why
    hedge around how
    the truth of why
    sounds utterly ridiculous

    i give brunettes smiles
    blondes i mostly ignore
    turn down inviting looks
    can’t be distracted, searching
    for my future wife

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  3. you love me

    February 25, 2010 by Mathew Ferguson

    ha ha you love me
    you can’t help it, I can tell
    when we lay on those cool sheets
    you can’t hold yourself back

    look at me and tell me you love me
    ha ha you love me
    ha ha ha!

    i love you

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  4. Romance comic cover Blame it on my heart

    February 24, 2010 by Mathew Ferguson

    romance_comic_cover_blame_it_on_my_heartJerry went though life charming people into having his own way with them — and I was no exception! He held my heart in the palm of his hand from the time we were children, but unhappiness inevitably lay ahead for me … and I could only … blame it on my heart.

    **

    I love Jerry’s pose. You try and make me!

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  5. my domain

    February 22, 2010 by Mathew Ferguson

    i thought by now i’d be signing forms,
    you know, purchase orders and stuff, approving new hires
    looking at profit and loss and whatever
    surely overseeing a vast empire of some sort

    i’d be walking past people in the corridor
    and like, i wouldn’t even know their name
    not because i’m an ass
    but because i have ten thousand employees

    instead, i am nameless in a dull grey room
    my domain about half a metre square
    but i rule it with an iron fist
    i insist all my pens are placed according to colour

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  6. dark compact

    February 21, 2010 by Mathew Ferguson

    when i get this way
    i start to stray
    when i get this down
    i start to look around

    time for another kiss
    a dark compact under a blue sheet
    time to grab some love and run fast
    time to steal what i can steal

    only later do i realise
    you can’t steal what is freely given
    i was only running with my own stuff
    carrying it with me

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  7. General Manager

    February 20, 2010 by Mathew Ferguson

    General Manager

    Scott was a General Manager but no one knew what he was the General Manager of and everyone was afraid to ask because one day Scott came home and put a plastic container in the refrigerator that was filled with a deep red liquid and then the next day it was gone

    Marie was the bravest so she cut out articles about missing children and left on the coffee table where he would see them but he didn’t say anything about that so James tried to follow him to work but lost him in traffic near the big warehouses down by the river

    they were in the lounge-room one day and Scott went pale and threw down the paper he was reading and rushed out of the house and Marie grabbed the paper to see what it said but it was only full of ads for running shoes so she told James they would follow him but by the time they got outside Scott’s car was gone and then the next morning his room was empty and his catapult was gone from the backyard too

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  8. density

    February 19, 2010 by Mathew Ferguson

    it’s all a matter of density
    fish think they’re flying
    birds think they’re swimming
    we’re the strange creatures on the bottom of their ocean

    might there not be something denser
    a fin that cleaves through dirt with ease
    tentacles that swim and twist through a field
    curious fish following cars down the highway

    perhaps those earthquakes
    are whale equivalents fighting
    perhaps those mudslides
    are just tides

    as i clip the leash to little dog
    begin to feel nervous
    i’m imagining hooks and bait and burley
    dragonflies sitting on water, unaware of the rising fish

    we head out the front door
    and he’s recklessly thudding his paws
    trying to step lightly
    next to this suicidal hairy lunatic

    at the park we’re two among many
    the logic of a school of sardines
    the fat and the slow will probably go first
    i let hairy mcCrazy off his leash

    i’m not thinking about density or liquid earth
    just throwing the ball and thudding around
    kids are screaming and running
    rippling the ground with their feet

    sir madman sniffey tires
    and i clip him up again
    walk home and try not to think
    think about a fin slicing the footpath

    sardine logic is no help when you’ve left the school
    the hairy lunatic is still thudding
    i turn and see a horrifying lump in the road
    just a speedbump

    walking faster back to the house
    yes it’s just a new speedbump
    probably put in yesterday
    don’t think about density

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  9. lovva sumo

    February 17, 2010 by Mathew Ferguson

    lovva lovva lava
    pouring down the road
    lovva lovva sumo
    to lift up this load

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  10. disarmed

    February 15, 2010 by Mathew Ferguson

    look inside
    where you occupy
    your own space

    in here, with me
    trenches, guns, barbed wire
    an unclimbable spire

    in you, with you
    fields of flowers, bridges, helpful guides
    so easy to pass inside

    but come look inside me
    the army will lay down
    i am disarmed.

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