mcmalcolm

mcmalcolm is a collection of writings by me malcolm Hill

Tuesday, August 10, 2004

The Columbian


can you believe it said the greasy haired café owner who was drying a plate and looking at his order book on the bench no I cannot said the new zealander waiter who was trying to reheat a cappucino and was on his third so he was tight lipped and skating around his head was Last Night .What did you do Last Night Oh we tied one on It got quite out of hand and Derek oh fuck you should have seen Derek Later

it was Late when we left said the new zealander images of his girlfriend bridget flashing and himself coming out of the movie what movie did you see asked the ownwer and he said it was The columbian oh I haven’t seen that how was it it was very columbian yeah right but good yes I heard that we wanted to go and see it but we ended up staying home well it was good up until the end when it got silly well its meant to

be silly isn’t it yes that’s what I heard he’s very good in it even tho he’s sleep walking who’s that sean connery is he in it oh well he’s only got a small part but it’s the best who’s that other guy which one you know the guy who played.. in that movie where they’re going to chinatown or something .. oh yeah an he’s in this room and this other guy comes in and he blows his head off or is that the one where they have to get the painting back by midnight or else their dead and it just goes off

Thursday, August 05, 2004

LIKE A ROSE



Your love
is a car wreck
in a suburban paddock

I am a knight
Riding down truck routes
And country byways

My horse is a rat
Gnawing at the
infesting weeds

While I,
an auto repairman,
lift,
from that burnt out shell,
your heart,

which I carry,
across a black sea
in a yacht,
with a mast,
a crucifix

To the City of Silver Light

Where,
locked in a prism of glass,
beside the City mineral vein,
your heart is
Restored

My parents
Begin to feel
the cold shadow
of a woman
crawling the city streets
at dusk

But they,
like City statues,
keep their mouths shut,
For it was they,
Who sent their child out
to bring home
The Woman of Their Dreams

And each night,
In our royal tent,
We devour each other;
like cats,
in the hot desert air,
on my bed,
which is strong,
like oak