8. a limerick!, 9. alien love song

(a) a limerick!
yesterday was unambitious

i knew i would be busy on monday night (ie. last night) so at lunch yesterday i composed a limerick in my head! it is about my friend rowena (she is going to be so happy when she actually reads this blog). i would just like to say that limericks are fucking HARD especially if you try to make them true (ro really doesn't like getting up early)!

i once had a friend called rowena
whose pottymouth couldn't be cleaner
until one fateful morn
when i woke her at dawn
and her language grew quickly obscene-r

(b) alien love song
when i was in high school i used to scribble down sentences i made up that i liked the sound of every now and then, and one sentence i remember really liking was so i sat down and wrote you an alien love song. i'm not sure why i thought it was so great or what it was meant to mean (something incredibly deep i imagine), but this morning i remembered it, so i wrote lyrics for the rest of the song. (pls take with grain of salt, it is a bit ridiculous)

i once loved a boy, and a boy loved me
so we rode our bikes west to chase storms in the sea
but he tumbled in circles and crashed on his skull
to the smash of the waves and the yawn of a gull

the nurse led me straight to his blue bandaged head
he was doped up and dozy in the hospital bed
and in his confusion he muttered for mars
and his x-rays showed bones that were knitted from stars

i saw him that night with white light in his hair
on the balcony staring through ink-blotted air
with his palms facing downward and eyes cast above
so i sat down and pondered my alien love

he smiled when i told him i'd seen him outside
he thumbed my wet eyelids and tickled my pride
but his voice when he spoke was as aching and raw
as a violin bow on a heaving black saw

i still saw his face in the curl of my fist
and i'd contemplate daily the things that i missed
the taste of his fingers, the phlegm in his throat
so i sat down and drafted an alien love note

oh, the voices that hissed at my heels were ferocious
they called him pretentious; they called him precocious
and i've heard the chorusing from all and sundry
"he's probably from balga, or belmont, or bunbury"

and they spoke and they spoke til they thought i had broken
then finally all of their words stayed unspoken
but i knew they were wrong. they had to be wrong
so i sat down and wrote you an alien love song