Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet,
performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal
about town, feminist, freewheeler, and
friend. One day, she is going to be an
ideas curator. Which basically
means, she will tell you
exactly what she thinks.
Until then, you’ll have
to read between
the lines.
for whatever it’s worth
it’s cool that you think
I seem happy
from my silly blogs –
the digital diaspora
of my seeming every thought
but that’s clearly bullshit
I think you look happy on facebook too
which is almost certainly
a load of crap
I’m as miserable as I ever was
and as happy too, I suppose,
each fractured day,
the collaged nonsense
of a packaged to be couriered
a meeting which is running over time
and me, late for everything as always
I blame god for the weather
think really petty thoughts all the time
and don’t even mind when my poetry is shit.
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sweet.