Trespassing

Jade of Variables

Cold frost lies along your mettle
You are riled, called to question insurmountable facts
It is your own life, which causes such impoverishment
You should not cross paths with your own kind
It does not sit well upon you
Go forth and multiply,
Or, during repose facing a blank canvas wall of your dreams
Paint your own utopia; single and childless are equally good colours well suited to your complexion.

© Marjorie Razorblade 2008

Comments: Go to sleep facing a blank wall and wonder where you might be going wrong, the options are variable, try not to stay jaded.

Change for the Better

Unless you sacrifice certain things in order to change
Life will remain the same;
You will always be the same person
You'll stay the same, work the same, live the same day,
And nothing will make a difference, not even the words you randomly say

Instigate change and anything is possible

Every great achievement of the human race has been accomplished by people who are more or less just like you

They had obstacles to overcome, self doubt to conquer, knowledge to acquire, steps to take, mistakes to correct and the requirement to keep on trying in order to succeed.
The most likely scenario is that you are fully capable of doing what you have envisioned or you would not have thought it in the first place.
Believe yourself capable and take the next step.

© Marjorie Razorblade 2006

A long time ago I sat in a room with no windows

I wasn’t sure what I was really doing here
would someone come and give me some news I would be able to understand?
It was early in the morning; about 6 o’clock
I guess it was still dark outside, I don’t know, there were no windows in the room, so I couldn’t really tell
But still, I knew it was still dark, don’t ask me how
But you just know sometimes don’t you?

Like waking up for an early morning flight at the beginning of your holiday, it’s exciting, its still dark and everyone is still asleep
Pack your case, check you’ve remembered your passport
and get the world to yourself, if only for a short while!
It’s dark; you hear nothing
Peace and quiet,
I always miss it.

But here, now, I couldn’t open the windows and see if it was dark and quiet outside
I just knew it was

A white-coated man came over
Blue mask with ties hanging loosely under his chin
knelt in front of me
Looked like he had been up all night
Eyes milky red
And well, I guess he had been
Sewing my friends lifeless body back together so I could see him, and make sure.
Make sure of what I don’t know,
Whether he was lost in peace and quiet or whether it was really him?
Of course it would be both but still I would have to do as they asked

Yes I’m fine I replied
Better than fine
It wasn’t really a very fair question, but yes I was fine
And so, I did as they asked
I checked for both things, whether he was dead, and whether it was really him

It was both things,
I knew it would be

Then I did the worst thing anyone can do; I touched his face
Stroked his forehead,
That feeling never leaves you.
The room had windows but it was still dark outside;
Dark and quiet.
He was going on holiday
It was exciting for him,

I forgot to pack my case
I left my passport in the glove box

I would just have to go home and wait for a postcard.

© Marjorie Razorblade 2008

Comments: A long time ago I sat in a room with no windows.

Madly Deeply

A woman stood in front of me; old lady, white hair beige coat, couldn’t spot her in a line-up
they all look the same to me
One day I’ll probably look like her too.
Anyway, a newspaper in the background; in one of those shitty plastic stands that supermarkets have to make everything look clean and antiseptic

(Whole fucking world is made of plastic
Even my diaphragm is made of plastic
Plastic invasion inside of me
preventing a plastic army from attacking my plastic eggs with their plastic bullets)

Headline on the newspaper said in screaming font:

”Murdered at the Checkout”

So I lean over, and nudge the old lady in front of me taking her blessed time in counting out five pee pieces from one liver stained hand to the other
(The checkout girl blows pink bubblegum)
“You see that?” I ask pointing
She turns, takes a millennia for her shoes to shuffle, her bifocals to adjust, her inquisition to drag her from the ten second memory foam mattress of her mind with its loose marbles
”Yes?” She says nonplussed
I point at her dog who has pissed against the counter
”Any one thing can push anyone over the edge at any given time.” I said smiling
Smiling,
Madly and deeply.

It wasn’t a very nice thing to say
But the situation provoked a response, and the opportunity demanded my attention.

One day
You will look at me; won’t be able to tell the difference between me and any another old lady either
Chances are if you say something like that to me though
I’ll probably laugh and smile

Madly
Deeply

While my incontinent dog bites you in the ass. The old lady told me to mind my own business, so I did.

© Marjorie Razorblade 2008

Comments: True.