The restaurant
I walk past
and look in the window
they're sitting at a table by the fireplace drinking
eating talking
there are at least three wine bottles on the table
a carafe of water and I think I can see a Corona wedged with a lime
it looks warm in there
I'm not the only one outside
the winds are crazy today
the world is closing in around me
black shelves blow out of the bookcase
harpooned on the trailer
Ikea shelves fly over the Princes Highway
the fridge topples and dents
engraving a scratch across the white surface
everything you move it's kind of fitting every breath
you take wheezy, battered and bruised a little
the winds are crazy today
energy cans blow down our driveway, a stray
tree branch rests on the letterbox
the restaurant
they're still there drinking
talking eating
I walk past
and look in the window
it starts to rain again
the winds get even crazier
the world closes in
tightly this time
I sit in the dark
look out at the skies
don't turn on the lights
always amethyst
I listen to the wind blowing
almost amethyst
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ReplyDeleteOne of my birthstones, so I've got a slight vested interest - had a few, lost a few, looked for a few, maybe you know how it goes, dear Kristen :)
ReplyDeleteYour birthstone - wow! Yes easy to lose & not always easy to relocate. It's an interesting shade - that's why I always use it for the skies (& it references a song by Hole which has amethyst skies too)
DeleteThe skies ... always amethyst. But perhaps the skies are almost an amethyst shade as well. Ah well, either way the winds of change are blowing crazily!
ReplyDeleteYou're right :)
Delete...and I think your poem is awesome. So many images in film, TV, words, music - the outsider who's really inside looking at the insiders who are really out. Jesus, I remember in my late teens (not pranking, I really was street-time fucking down and out), I went through a phase of just standing outside the better restaurants at the window looking at the diners for as long as it took them to complain to management. Wasn't anger, I know that, I think I just wanted acknowledgment, eye-contact, a smile. Maybe a feed? Ha. No. The thought never occurred to them. Neither does it now. Bloody gap getting wider. I'll shut up now! Promise! :)
ReplyDeleteAh Rob I LOVE that story of you standing outside staring toll management we're called! That's wild! I also spent a lot of time as a teenager looking in at warm domestic scenes in houses as my friends & I roamed the streets at night. Definitely fodder for more poetry!
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