Margin for Error
There are two types of people in the world:
Apparently you can
draw a line down the middle of the page
And list
Astronaut
or
Astronomer
as your choice of two
Then write the names of everyone you know.
But
I
always wondered if there was room in the Margin for Error
Maybe sometimes we can be one and choose to dream of being the
other?
If we didn't dream
There wouldn't be either option.
I scribble my findings in the margin
Convoluted algebra for such a simple solution.
I would like to be married one day- have children- teach them things
i'm not supposed to:
How to swear in Spanish, how to start fires, climb trees, poach
fish, develop sarcasm, and give them the option to dream of being in both columns
My performance is graded:
For sitting on the fence, defending my defiance, and decisions based
on cold hard logic
I get a D for Science
For my candidness and lack of reticence
"What we dream we can be" stance
I gain an A in Philosophy
I do not pass your test
My columns are of equal size
It just appears I spelt my name wrong .
(c) Marjorie Razorblade 2007
Warning
to All
This
is a warning to all that I know,
The
next few months of my life
This
is how it will go:
I’m
now taking hormones-
So
some things will grow,
And
Testiculated responses will not be:
“Marj
you hairy bastard, I bloody told you so”
Month
One is the ‘man drugs’
I
might stand up to pee
If
it happens I’ll call you
Come
over and see!
I’ll
be chatting up women, bringing birds to my place!
Or
be brimming with shit and get slapped in the face
I’ve
bought a mans razor…
But
that’s just in case
But
I could sit in a barbers chair
And
that would be ace…
Month
Two will be oestrogen and I’ll be in tears
All
the hard work I’ve built up over of years
Will
spectacularly nose dive I’ll be up to my ears
With
Chick Flicks and pink stuff
And
poodles and queers
As
I’m not really that girlie,
I’m
all for Pizza and beers
This
is going to be painful
I
may look like Ray Mears
(but
with tits…so just Like Ray Mears)
Month
Three I’ll be something though I’m not quite sure what
My
skin might be orange
I
might be a kumquat
And
I’ll have no sex drive
No
diddly-squat
I
might join a freakshow
I
might start smoking pot
And
drive a Pink Taxi
Through
the Royston Vasey plot
Oh
God
Almighty
I
fucking hope not.
So
this is a warning to myself and to others
I’ll
be pro Womens-Lib while I’m joining the brothers
I’ll
piss on two legs while applying my lippy
I’ll
be hard as nails but still slidy and slippy
I
might start drinking halves in applying the brakes
I’ll
be into the footy, next day making cakes
And
most of the time- well I guess it’s not that much change,
But
it’s a warning no less
Just
in case
I
act strange.
©
Marjorie Razorblade 27/3/07
Comments: Back on the Hormones I go... If I die during this exciting time of change,
please make sure I’m buried in a red cocktail dress with a cigar wedged in my mouth and one hand on my bollocks. Thanks
a million.
Getting Over It- Three Little Words-
Big Connotations-
Happy Endings
It was a spectacular failure his
methods too vague,
Infected by his love: akin to the
plague
And his sharing of words with others,
he dispensed with aplomb;
“Live! Laugh! Love!”
(Well Heavens above)
How can one person so right
Just be so bloody wrong?
Getting over it has been hard, thank
Christ I’m now succeeding,
I can finally say it was not him
I was needing
And nothing on earth now would change
my decision
“Advance! Laugh! Love!”
(With amended precision)
How could one person so blinkered
Have not made a revision?
It’s almost six months since
I packed up and parted,
And something inside of me has finally
started
I’ve found something better
than confounded duplicity
Love Love
Love
(In it’s and my eccentricity)
How can one person so wrong
Lead to such heartfelt simplicity?
Lessons from this curriculum you
might pen down as caution;
How easy it is for love to be blown
out of proportion
And just how to analyse over something
desired
Find True Love
(Nothing else is required)
And now one person so right for me
May have already transpired.
© Marjorie Razorblade 2007
Comments:
Here’s to happy endings. And more importantly, new beginnings wherever they may take you. Just who knows what
will happen in this crazy messed up world of endings and beginnings?
All the answers to the riddles of love are contained within my finger-tips and one keyboard. This is the power of hindsight
and foresight (with insomnia of course) combined and pinned down.
I write this for everyone
who is heading down some rocky road of inevitable endings. You can’t see the light until you’re eyes grow accustomed
to the dark and then, well, there it is. There is ALWAYS a light even when you think there isn't a snowballs hope in hell
of there ever being one- I've seen the light! And its blinding!
Reversible Cactus