Paul Mitchell

Inside My Father

I crawled inside my father
the air was fresher
than I expected

his organs
though decaying
smelt like carnival hotdogs

I stretched my limbs inside him
pressed my hands against him
felt the walls that held him

then kicked my legs out
where his were hanging
shorter though than mine

I said Sorry 'bout the disturbance,
quietly at first
then louder
when I knew he hadn't heard me

I pulled myself up
(by the bootstraps of course)
yelled through his anvil stirrup hammer
I'm in here you crazy bastard

he replied
I'll give you a backhander, laddie!
least I thought it was him
'til I saw his father
glaring through the ribcage

I didn't stick around to see
my father's beating part;
a scared little shit,
I got out of there fast

Natalie Imbruglia

Riding along on my pushbike honey wearing high heels and a
monk's habbit, I am riding along carrying a butterfly net flowing in
the warm wet wind and I'm on the trail of an airborne creature a
little specimen called a gnat

a Natalie Imbruglie

She buzzes all bright eyed and singing a little way ahead and I
crack a heel on the peddly in my pursuit and she turns left of the
middle of the road and I'm chasing hard up a hill and I swing my
net and thowacka I've got her I see her Hahn ice blue eyes
flickering and flapping inside my trap and she sings I'm Torn and I
look at the wound above her wings and kiss itbetter and say it'll
be okay

Natalie Imbrugliaye

I carry her home in my butterfly net and I taker her to my monk cell
and I take her out of the net and she tries to fly out the window but I
have it locked and it's plop she falls onto the ground unconscious
and I pick her up and take her over to the shelf and I take from the
shelf my large glass jar with her name on it written there in black
texta

Natalie Imbruglah

I pick her up by her wins and begin to push her prod her pump
her into the jar and finally losing breath there's a POP and she's in
the jar just woken up and noticing the green grass form my home
I've given for her to eat she takes a bite through tearful washbowl
eyes

Natalie Imbrugliiiiiiiii

I put her back on the shelf with the others singing there Kylie and
Danni and Tina I say Natalie you'll be right at home here in my cell
singing your poppy ploppy songs all day long and they're all
chirping and singing a mad mad medley of Locomotion and Chains
and whatever it is that Danni tries to sing and as they do I scream
as loud as I can over the musicalia quoting and ranting form Holy
Texts over and over again, Chastity, Humility, Piety to strip from
you all your vanity enjoy your days in the holy hell I've made for thee...

Natalie Imbruglieeeeee

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