If I weren’t mental

If I weren’t mental

If I weren’t mental,
I’d be spending today
in a secret laneway bar with my hand inside a man’s pocket
and my other hand around a drink with a hipster name
like ‘Pimms No. 1 jar’ (because good drinks come in mason jars, also daisies),
and I would be listening to a poetry slam
wherein tall men in plaid shirts would be having emotions
and afterward we would all share a pizza that only cost four dollars.

If I weren’t mental,
I’d be spending tonight
in a tucked away restaurant with lamps made from old carafes and half candles
and my foot would brush against another foot
but I would disappear into the night (in my easy, casual way),
and stand at the corner of the ocean
where I would find a long-lost lover waking from our mutual past
and laugh at all the things I thought had mattered once.

If I weren’t mental,
I’d be spending tomorrow
in a white cafe with six other heads behind their notebooks
and my words coming freely as I read the paper with the other eye
before I danced into the afternoon (which opportunity to seize next? so hard to choose)
and walked through a bookshop
where a hundred other people would be finding inspiration
and I would be one of them.

Which is why I’m on the couch
holding a paperback with the spine cracked open
and writing instead of doing
because that has to be enough.

19 Comments
  • Catherine Rodie Blagg

    April 25, 2013 at 7:23 pm Reply

    Oh Anna, I love your writing x

  • Caroline

    April 25, 2013 at 8:17 pm Reply

    I love this poem. x

  • Kelly Exeter

    April 25, 2013 at 9:28 pm Reply

    Love your work miss :)

  • Allison Tait

    April 25, 2013 at 9:41 pm Reply

    I am toasting you with my red wine in a jar. x

  • JodiGibson (@JFGibsonWriter)

    April 25, 2013 at 10:22 pm Reply

    Oh Anna stop it! I can’t take such good writing!

  • ZucchiniBikini (@ZucchiniBikini)

    April 26, 2013 at 2:53 pm Reply

    Oh, lovely. I am all about the pomes too but I fink yours are much more betterer.

  • Carly Findlay

    April 28, 2013 at 9:10 am Reply

    I love this poem. Devoured every word of it and wanted to give you a hug. Also made me want to start writing my own poetry again.

    • Anna Spargo-Ryan

      April 28, 2013 at 1:57 pm Reply

      Thanks Carly! I haven’t been doing much (any) poetry writing for a LONG while, years probably, but sometimes it says the things better.

  • Alex Kidman

    May 7, 2013 at 9:32 pm Reply

    Curse you… no, wait, not curse you, but drat, blast and bugger. You’ve reminded me that I haven’t written anything poetic in…. possibly ever.

    Also, that was excellent. Just in case you were in doubt. Forget the whole cursing thing. Unless some kind of Egyptian god-creature comes lumbering into your living room, in which case, offer them some tea. It’s the last thing they’d expect.

    • Anna Spargo-Ryan

      May 8, 2013 at 10:54 am Reply

      hah! Thanks Alex :) And for the very useful life advice ;)

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