Retrospect

Little do I know, though I'm no Picasso,
I'm about to go through my own Blue Period.
A myriad of things are about to upheave my life
'cause I don't yet know that all is not quite right.

Right now, I think I've got it all sussed out:
got a job, got a plan, got a car and a man.
Within weeks, I'll have watched all these pipedreams burn,
but right now I'm thinking it's finally my turn.
Little do I know.

Though I'm free of my degree, at the age of twenty-three
the rest of my twenties stretch out in front of me.
After years of stringent study, I think I can agree -
little do I know.

My loving boyfriend, I'll find out that he just pretended.
In two weeks, on Facebook he will be defriended.
What I thought was fraught with promise will soon be ended,
but little do I know.

Why I'm tired in the mornings, nearly soldered to my bed,
why I sobbed right through a movie when I should have laughed instead,
why I can't get the hurtful things he said out of my head -
little do I know.

Though I'm no Picasso, I'm about to go through my own Blue Period.
A myriad of things are about to change my life,
'cause sometimes it takes a lot of wrongs to make things right.
But, little do I know.

Australian Poetry Slam 2010

Read "The Bogan Rap" - the slam piece I performed at the Sydney Theatre Company last night, as part of the Australian Poetry Slam.

It was such an amazing night, with so many moving performances. I felt lucky to be able to watch all the finalists perform. One of the highlights had to be watching Kamahl perform "Invictus", and having him later congratulate me on my performance. And that voice - it is mesmerizing.

The results came in, and Perth didn't win, but as Allan Boyd always says - the real winner was POETRY. ;)

KP