this is about 2 different people, with 'helga' being a feature with both. first part: pretending to be Swedish with Mel, second part: my ex Phil's hippo on his dashboard
A joke that integrated,
turned natural.
Remember when the laughs began?
That barbecue
When we thought we would end up
with plates as bare as shotglasses
Escaped from that judgement,
Sat with the group of floaters
Where the spa was promised to have come
The water was all upstairs in my hallway
So I came down to dry land
where you kept the boat floating
Bread rolls to incite the game
The sauce, the people who began
to drift casually with the wind
To take their share
Dig into their slice of the pie,
Emerge with crumbs still attached.
We laughed, all the while
With and without those
who were not privy
To our private world of
Sausages, stereotypes,
Words to accent stupidly
Didn't have the chance to
see you throw the weight around
Would have been güt, ya?
The freezeframe tells the story,
Us, by the tree,
You as red as the desert dirt
Shaphan up the tree,
High as a kite
Pulled by the rest of the squad
Except the netballers.
They were on their own crusade,
Their exclusive party
The journey to see
While a dozen was cooking for us
Big drop on expectation
The last night
Minds drifting into blurry worlds
Liquid fuel of fire
Slow motion run towards,
Glasses charged,
Inevitable smash
Laughter ringing through the halls
Hilarity, escapism, honesty
You were the last crusader.
2
Charlz has Vishaad the Verocious
You have the hippo
Animals on dashboards
Eyes where yours shouldn't be
Common car, you two and ma,
Toyota seca constantly in drive
Long distance calls
That's how far off you are
Beep beep beep...
Trailing into silence
Words you let out,
Concepts as boring as the wind
Nice guys don't always get the girl
They give others their jacket,
Send emails of possum photos
Air the dirty laundry
In the faces of the friends
Now standing off the sideline
It had been done before
I didn't fancy the danger- again
I thought you would have known
You had experienced
you later told, but
Patronised I did not want to be
So they saw,
But you covered through your teeth
Why would I believe you over her?
The thrill of melting didn't last all that long,
All that was left was a puddle
Of what was first felt
Possums, sent extra large
Transmitted through computer
Statically unmoving
I could have sent something back,
Swell a line or two
To break up the scenery
There was no will
You have the special two
But we were not.
I wish I had them back
Those days, those ways,
My earrings I love so,
The events I need to change
So much it hurts to think
A hippo with sausage
A trainwreck gone by
I am Helga, I am the casualty
Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-08-27 at 04:47
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Helga
1A joke that integrated,
turned natural.
Remember when the laughs began?
That barbecue
When we thought we would end up
with plates as bare as shotglasses
Escaped from that judgement,
Sat with the group of floaters
Where the spa was promised to have come
The water was all upstairs in my hallway
So I came down to dry land
where you kept the boat floating
Bread rolls to incite the game
The sauce, the people who began
to drift casually with the wind
To take their share
Dig into their slice of the pie,
Emerge with crumbs still attached.
We laughed, all the while
With and without those
who were not privy
To our private world of
Sausages, stereotypes,
Words to accent stupidly
Didn't have the chance to
see you throw the weight around
Would have been güt, ya?
The freezeframe tells the story,
Us, by the tree,
You as red as the desert dirt
Shaphan up the tree,
High as a kite
Pulled by the rest of the squad
Except the netballers.
They were on their own crusade,
Their exclusive party
The journey to see
While a dozen was cooking for us
Big drop on expectation
The last night
Minds drifting into blurry worlds
Liquid fuel of fire
Slow motion run towards,
Glasses charged,
Inevitable smash
Laughter ringing through the halls
Hilarity, escapism, honesty
You were the last crusader.
2
Charlz has Vishaad the Verocious
You have the hippo
Animals on dashboards
Eyes where yours shouldn't be
Common car, you two and ma,
Toyota seca constantly in drive
Long distance calls
That's how far off you are
Beep beep beep...
Trailing into silence
Words you let out,
Concepts as boring as the wind
Nice guys don't always get the girl
They give others their jacket,
Send emails of possum photos
Air the dirty laundry
In the faces of the friends
Now standing off the sideline
It had been done before
I didn't fancy the danger- again
I thought you would have known
You had experienced
you later told, but
Patronised I did not want to be
So they saw,
But you covered through your teeth
Why would I believe you over her?
The thrill of melting didn't last all that long,
All that was left was a puddle
Of what was first felt
Possums, sent extra large
Transmitted through computer
Statically unmoving
I could have sent something back,
Swell a line or two
To break up the scenery
There was no will
You have the special two
But we were not.
I wish I had them back
Those days, those ways,
My earrings I love so,
The events I need to change
So much it hurts to think
A hippo with sausage
A trainwreck gone by
I am Helga, I am the casualty
Poetry by Caila Ihle
Read 797 times
Written on 2006-08-27 at 04:47
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