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  1. The Sister of the Sun

    December 2, 2011 by Mathew Ferguson

    the sister of the Sun visited today
    sweeping through the house
    a stream of petals swirling around her
    droplets of oil falling from fingers

    “the Sun has been most reluctant to journey” she said
    adding that “when they were young they travelled everywhere together”
    she was here to enlist my help
    (as i’ve counselled many an astral body)

    (and kissed many an astral body)

    i gave the standard guarantees
    lies flying with angel velocity
    and she left in a blister of oily light
    petals n all disappeared

    immediately i got the Sun on the phone
    and told him to watch out for former friends urging change
    the Sun chuckled at my worry
    did i not know the Sun would never leave the great love it had found?

    i hung up the phone, reassured a little but worried more
    the Sun talks of great love but so does everyone when they are in love
    recent conversations flickered back to me
    the Sun complaining about this and that, most worryingly

    i briefly considered hiding the Sun’s keys to hinder any getaway
    dreamed of a mad short-term kidnapping
    plotted a Vegas wedding and a fake pregnancy if required
    drew a big circle and little circle on paper surrounded by a broken heart

    a flash of light struck me then
    for a moment i thought the Sun had come to take back Tupperware
    but it was a bright idea instead
    the Tupperware gets to stay

    immediately i rang Joe and told him of the Sun’s sister
    described curves and eyes and delicate earlobes
    it was the ankle bracelet that closed the deal
    and he said he’d call her tonight

    never have i hoped so much for a phone conversation to go well
    for laughing and flirting and whispers and connection
    then the Sun’s sister can stay, tied by golden string to Joe
    and we can all go out,
    bright light, petals, oil and shimmering love


  2. Banker

    November 3, 2011 by Mathew Ferguson

    you must be careful what you think

    while fucking

     

    in that slippery slide some brain cells are making links

    between what you smell and how you feel

    and forevermore a certain perfume will get you hard

     

    she’s fucking your brains out and you accidentally think about banking

    and then pow! there go some new links

    and suddenly you love banking and you’re a fucking banker

    and you never intended to be a banker but here you are banking

     

    years pass with all the fucking adding new ideas

    and some stick real well and change who you get to fuck

    and one day, one day you fuck an art girl you meet at some gallery show

     

    she is pierced and has a tattoo and fucks those who buy her art

    and loves absurd things and so she decided to fuck a banker

    and there, on her mattress atop another mattress (an art bed)

    under a painting, in a small room made golden by her homemade lightshade

    she fucks you and you think about art and creativity and letting it go

    and banking slides away and the old you comes back

     

    for a moment the old you is there

    nourished by cunt, fucked into life, for a while

    and then carried out into the world, out into your car

    and you see yourself, your suit, your haircut, your fucking banker house

    your fucking banker wife, your fucking banker children

    yourfuckingbankerfriends, yourfuckingbankerlife

    FUCK

     

    so what i’m saying is

    it’s probably not a good idea to think about banking

    if you’re fucking

    unless you want to be a banker


  3. Spice

    October 21, 2011 by Mathew Ferguson

    i was at work talking words

    some pointless lunch conversation

    and then i was at home

    heart thudding

    sweating

    holding a metal garden spike in my hand

    feet aching

    i’d been running

    my shirt was torn

    blood on my knuckles

    dirt under my fingertips

     

    i thought

    thank you!

    psychotic break

    i’ll take it!

     

    i need something

    to spice

    up

    the days

     


  4. Combust

    October 21, 2011 by Mathew Ferguson

    she awoke and found her husband turned to ash

    his form crumbled as she pulled back the sheet

    but he was mostly perfect, fine lines and hair and patterned pyjamas

    transcribed in shades of grey and white

     

    the sheets were slightly crisp

    signs of some intense heat

    she hadn’t felt a thing

    but then

    for years in bed

    with him

    she hadn’t felt a thing

     

    she looked at ash face

    and saw it peaceful

    mouth half-open

    probably snoring when it happened

     

    she was a little delighted

    and that delight came

    with a little sorrow

     

    she was delighted he had surprised her

    for the first time in years

    she was sorry he had to combust

    to do it

     


  5. New girl

    August 10, 2011 by Mathew Ferguson

    Oh you, my dead end

    My favourite cul de sac

    Turning tired, drinks and music

    Hey, my queen size bed!


  6. At question

    August 10, 2011 by Mathew Ferguson

    It was quite curious for Dad to say, hey

    I don’t believe in you

    Not that he doesn’t support nor trust

    But that my very existence is at question

     

    Well clearly I’m here I said but nope

    Comeback: it’s all hallucination

    A tumour perhaps, brain injury dementia

     

    I briefly considered a smack in the mouth

    Perhaps breaking his shit

    Decided I couldn’t be fucked

    Turned to the unicorn and said let’s go


  7. www.dateadiamondthief.com

    April 28, 2011 by Mathew Ferguson

    she looks like a diamond thief whispered my mother

    and i’m suddenly happy we made up a fake meeting story

    a swing dancing class three weeks ago

    not www.dateadiamondthief.com


  8. Stripes and your secrets

    April 28, 2011 by Mathew Ferguson

    Mr Zebra with your stripes and your secrets

    That perfect life you’ve built with a home and business

    Family, friends, neighbours and a swimming pool

    That trimmed lawn of greenest green

     

    You know your wife had other lovers

    Just as you did, before you met

    And most of the time it doesn’t play on your mind

     

    But sometimes it does come to play

    And it’s a production

    LIGHTS! CAMERA! ACTION!

    A director, a red couch, a three-act structure

     

    Glowing reviews for a flushed blonde

    Seductive and scheming

    Marrying for money, surely

    Will she get her comeuppence?

     

    Mr Zebra with those holes in the dirt

    And a job that allows you to travel

    When will one of those secrets follow you home?

     

    Word on the street is stripes may as well be a barcode

    But perhaps black paint took care of that

    That technology huh, always progressing

    Digging over those cold cases

     

    The production sometimes a dark future

    Mud-splashed fugitive who was a successful lawyer

    And here’s the twist, the spoiler:

    HE REALLY IS THE MURDERER!

     

    Will some clever birds ruin the play?

    Their dig dig digging, their barcoding

    Mr Zebra, you good time fella

    Tell me there is more to the script


  9. angles

    April 8, 2011 by Mathew Ferguson

    you want angles, I’ll give you angles
    i’ve got this triangle house right here
    its got angles up the wazoo
    you can’t turn around without bumping into an angle
    oh, be careful there – ha, there’s angles!

    oh, angels, you wanted …

    you want angels, I’ll give you angels
    i’ve got this … triangle house
    its got angels up the … everywhere
    you can’t turn around without … brushing against an angel
    oh, be … holy … there – ha, there’s angels alright.


  10. bound

    April 5, 2011 by Mathew Ferguson

    watch my fingers as i type the ransom note
    whisper from the bed ‘they’ll never pay’

    travel across town, down my road
    up my drive, to my door
    come around
    and be bound