She is his Mrs
***WARNING – sexually explicit language ***
(inspired by something someone said to me)
He may tell you, he doesn’t love her
say that they’re not right for each other,
that the two of you are more compatible
yet she is the one he holds in the night
because she is his Mrs
He may say he is going to break up with her soon,
doesn’t want to lose you, but can’t just yet,
because she’s sick or depressed
but he’s getting his dick wet
in two places
his whore and his Mrs
You might be fighting for your man with persistence
so you can therefore become his Mrs
(finally after all your hard work)
But you’re just running into a brick wall
Because if he’s doing it to her,
what makes you think
he isn’t gonna do it to you?
It’s not like your immune
to his infidelity and intimacy issues
You may have the best connection
you’ve ever had in your life,
but is it possible you only hold his attention
for the duration of his erection?
Has he ever been there for you
when you’ve felt glum or blue?
Do you think it’s possible he’s just a prick?
Because if you got sick
what makes you think
he’d be there for you?
Trust me, it happened to me.
He was gone, and I thought I was wrong.
Because he doesn’t owe you anything
You’re not his Mrs
SHE IS HIS MRS
so maybe you should tell him to stick it
Because ask yourself:
what the fuck are you exactly
getting from the prick?
Maybe it’s time to consider
buying a vibrator
He may tell you he hasn’t had sex for weeks
but what else is he gonna say
to get you in the sack?
If he’s lying to her
he’s lying to you!
You’re not immune!
It doesn’t make a difference
if they’re married or not
She is his Mrs
So stop trying to make him your man,
men like that don’t understand
They don’t know what the fuck they’re doing
because they’re fucked in the head
Stop trying to convince yourself
that this time it’s different
It’s NOT
You know when him and her get better
he’ll drop you in bloody second
So walk away with your head high
till it’s almost touching the sky
with the following thoughts in your mind:
“Listen Mr,
You can’t have your cake and eat it too
You know what, fuck you
I’m outta here
I don’t want to be your Mrs
Fuck off to Geelong with your Mrs
You can have your Mrs and eat her too
We’re through!”
Revenge
(for Louise Monnington)
I want you to stop dead
at the sight of me
strutting my stuff
down Bourke street
in my purple number and stilettos
while I’m laughing and on my way
to a club with friends
come in your pants
at how fucking hot
and awesome I am
kicking yourself
at how you fucked it up
treated me like shit
lose your breath
cross the road
stop me and say ‘hi’
and I’ll be all polite
and say ‘how are you?
How you been?’
And I want you to pull
me aside, explain
that you’ve missed me
so much, beg me to
come back and I want to
laugh at how cute it all is
‘oh, sweetheart,
that’s so sweet’
and you’ll say
‘cause I miss you, babe’
and then I’ll yell
very abruptly
‘fuck you you
sleazy, two-timing
motherfucking dickhead!
I would never take
you back, you head fuck!’
And then I want to
calm down and
rub your shoulder
very sweetly
say ‘sorry’
then continue
down Bourke street
with my friends
while you stand on the
footpath, heartbroken
Fun
It’s fun not having a dick-head to stress about
not having a guy to get in a mess about
worrying if he’s gonna call or sms
just to see if he passes the test
learning some self-respect
keeping my sex for only the best
He was on a pedestal and I idolised his sound
it’s fun bringing that pedestal down
till it touches the ground
and elevating mine
all the way to the sky
to start actually using my fucking brain
laughing at how I chased you
understanding it was insane
being tired of the game
knowing that my life isn’t lame
It’s fun enjoying the simple things in life
and not being afraid of, myself
hot chocolate, DVDs, music and books
anything that doesn’t involve you
It’s fun not having you to stress about
and I’ve learnt never to allow myself
to get into a mess about
men like YOU
(to all my devoted readers, it was TOO hard to stop myself from posting poems and just putting them in cafe nova! I’ll have to put some on the blog and some in the cafe!)
I’m the poet in residence at Cafe NOVA!
Just before the end of the year I received an email from Eliza Hull from the Australian Poetry stating that my application to be a cafe poet had been shortlisted! Of course I couldn’t share the news but my next job was to actually find a cafe on Brunswick Street, Fitzroy that was interested in having me as a poet in residence for 6 months. My pitch to Australian Poetry was that I wanted to be a cafe poet on Brunswick Street near Polyester Bookshop because they are the biggest sellers of Love and F**k Poems. In fact, I am a best seller in their store!
Koraly and her dentist
But after some initial thought it dawned on me that finding a cafe interested in having me stick my poems on the walls and toilet doors may prove difficult. Putting my erotic poetry aside, even my more subtler poetry is a raw and confronting. I was in a bit of a pickle, like going to the dentist…
After some help from Polyester shop staff, I tried out a few cafes, without much luck. One was interested but said they didn’t like the idea of having to give me a free coffee every time I came in to write. But I knew it wasn’t only about finding a cafe. I wanted to also find a manager that I clicked with. If I could choose any cafe it would have been Cafe Nova, but for some reason I tried three cafes before Nova. I think it’s because I felt like there was no WAY Cafe Nova would say yes because they are so trendy and everyone goes there and I write poems called ‘Love according to wogs’ and ‘How to get a f**k’.
Koraly and Jen's first meeting for 2012
After my third rejection I thought, stuff it, I’m going to try. When I met Jen, the manager, we instantly clicked. I told her about my writing and gave her my book and some articles I had written in the Victorian Writers Center magazine and the articles and posters from Beat magazine when I did my show with Ben John Smith at Polyester.
Jen said she’d have to speak to the owner, Nicole, who I haven’t met yet and get back to me. After she rang me to say ‘yes’ it was up to Australian Poetry to give their final ‘yes’. When they did Jen and I organised our first meeting, which took place today.
Jen and I spoke about ideas that we had for my residency. I printed up some cards (the size of business cards) which have my name and ‘cafe nova poet in residence’ on them and on the back I hand write poems to go on each table. There is also going to be a wall where I can put up my poems and I can change the poems whenever I like. I am also planning a poets mailbox where people can write me letters using poetry and I will respond with poetry and put the letters up on my wall. Jen and I talked about language, swearing etc and Jen said Nicole, the owner, would have to give the final okay. I completely understand, of course, as kids may come into the cafe. You can also buy both of my chap books at Cafe Nova, but the Love and F**k Poems book will be BEHIND the Poet is Born books so they are hidden.
Since it’s the start of the year, and i still don’t have my school timetable, I’m not sure exactly how often and on what days I’ll be going into the cafe. At the moment we’ve tentatively stuck to 11-12am on Wednesdays but I’ll be randomly popping in at other times too. So if you want to come in and talk poetry or come and say hi please do. It will probably be mid mornings or late at night as Cafe Nova is open till very late. Hope to see you there!
The naughty folder
January 11, 2012 at 5:18 am (Creative commentary)
My cafe Nova poetry cards for the tables
Today was my second week at Cafe Nova where I am poet in residence. Once again I wrote some poems to go on each of the tables and Jen (the manager) and I started work on the ‘poets corner’.
Back of my Cafe Nova cards
I put up three tasteful poems and I will also soon have a poets mailbox where people can write to me using poetry and I will respond to them with poetry and put my response up on my poets wall. Today we also introduced a new concept called the ‘naughty folder’ which can only be viewed when you specifically go up to the counter and ask for it. I have decided(and I hope to stick to this) that I won’t be posting much new poetry on my blog anymore because I have heaps of poems on my blog. I may do the occasional one here and there but I’d like to showcase my new poems in the cafe. Most of them will probably be in the naughty folder which will include poems which have words like ‘wog’ in them or sexual poems (which are most of my poems!) and the others will be put up on the wall in the poets corner. I hope to finish my poets corner display next week when I go into the cafe and I’ll take some photos and post them on my blog. If you are ever in at cafe nova ask for my naughty folder! I’ll be at cafe nova again next Wednesday from 11-12 (or any other time I decide to pop in) but in the meantime, I will be performing this Friday:
at Polyester Bookshop this Friday the 13th(owww)
as part of Little Raven’s night of erotic writing.
It’s at 7:30pm at 330 Brunswick Street, Fitzroy and there is a great lineup.
So come along if you have time. Hope to see you there!
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