Facebook what bullshit bat-shaped insanity have you got for me today?

Facebook how many of these  random people do I really know?

Facebook why do all these women in their underwear want to be my friend?

Facebook I love your pictures of piggelies and politics

Facebook I love your pictures of ganja

Facebook I love your churning bubbles of news and opinion

Facebook you’re losing the younger generation because their parents are spying on them

Facebook I’m sick of your ads and fake news

But I can’t give you up

How can I stay mad at you?

When you seem to know me so well

With your algorithms you structure my news feed to keep me amazed and astonished

You give me a thousand imaginary friends

You give me a place to show off my poems

You give me the illusion of sociability

Oh Facebook feed you feed me crap but some of it is cool

Oh Facebook feed you fondle me with likes

Oh Facebook feed you massage my ego with comments

Facebook you may be fading away

But you’re still amusing



Barnaby your wife and daughters know all about it now

Do you think she wants your wrinkled old cock?

You beetroot man




Barnaby, you said gay people couldn’t get married because of morality

Barnaby you said girls shouldn’t be vaccinated because it will make them promiscuous

What about your ethics Barnaby?


Barnaby your rich friend is paying for your love-nest

Barnaby you pick on the unemployed and the poor all the time

Barnaby you’re a hopeless case

Barnaby you’re a lecherous old bastard

Barnaby you’re a random unit

Barnaby you’re a troubling spectacle

Barnaby you’re a salacious news item

Barnaby you’re a political shit-storm

Barnaby you’re not even a farmer

Barnaby it’s time to go.



Fine Art student party in the nineties

Innovative art on the walls

They might all end up unemployed but they know how to party

Everyone was on acid

Gold keys

And there was a back room with glowing star stickers

So you could pretend you were God looking out over the universe.

I started to freak out

And saw a thousand foot high monster with hundreds and hundreds of eyes

The fear set in

Paranoia crawled up my spine for a while

But then I mellowed out a bit

And had a good time

The trick

Is never to think

I shouldn’t have taken that fucking trip


Rally around all you schizoid losers and deluded users

Know truly illusion, delusion, confusion

Take each step proudly like someone who knows their own mind

Eat the pill

Until DMT day dreams manifest fields of flame and compassionate atmospheres

Floating free on winds of self-satisfaction

Meeting with aliens in conspiracies of shadows

Depth sounded depravity echoes through cortex

Corrupts beautifully like a shot of purest thai white

A hit of heavenly torpor

Getting with the flow of what nobody knows

Panics of paranoia will not confabulate my deconstructed chic

Or make me feel weak

Lost or lonely

Don’t decay- I’m not dead yet

Don’t fade like evening light

Let my neurons settle and be in each moment

Let my spine align in perfect posture

Focus on the good stuff

Let the bad thoughts pass by.



Take me promenading through the provincial apex of your delusions

Break me into porcelain pieces with desperate purpose

Slake my thirst for nothing with your wise words

And always try to remember what really matters

Out among suburban streets where everyone is just trying to get ahead

And some are showing off their ill-gotten gains

And some are losing their houses

And some are having group sex

And some are growing dope

And some are cooking meth

Not in my house

But sometimes I’d wander down the streets in search of wastoids

Hang out in parks with cheap wine and weed

Being a disreputable youth

It was an out-there time

Until the cops came over

Then it was a real bummer


Remember those days of rebellion

At the Cott sessions on Sunday

In a beer garden paradise

All the wonderful women

All the dodgy guys getting away with it because they’re young

Pissed on cheap beer

Pub rock pounding from speakers

Nineties music all afternoon as it was the nineties

Running amuck with your mates by the Indian Ocean

Meeting friendly people at the OBH

Saying Happy Fucking New year at New Year to everyone

Falling into lust for delicious moments

Stolen kisses of consequential fire

Dancing in underage glory

Wild undulations as a dandelion being

Mega celebration enhancing existence

Experiencing bloated enthusiasm

With good friends before they deteriorated into addiction and insanity


When you do drugs and get to middle age you lose friends

Dead friends haunt my dreams as creeping spectres

Dead friends are a tragedy of blood

Dead friends are like nails through my limbs

Dead friends are like migraines in my brain

Dead friends are holy to my spirit

Dead friends remind me I am mortal

Dead friends are ripping me apart

Can’t stop thinking about them

Their ghosts howl through my consciousness like harpies

Oscillating upwards from my reptile brain

Ned hung himself after doing speed for two weeks

Doug OD’d on heroin

Michelle died in a diabetic coma

Lee died of a heart attack

Don’t know how Venetta died

So many ghosts encircle me

Grief and sorrow punch a hole through my soul

But I will remember these faithful companions on the road to annihilation





Inhale calm

Exhale karma

Floating in a moment like a bubble

Not worrying about the future

Not mulling over the past

No longer catastrophizing

Inhale calm

Exhale karma

Peace exudes from mental pores

Neurons settle and synchronize into music

Relaxing into a confident place

Feeling at ease and coherent

Rivers of breath channel  a mellow brain

Guiding mind to crystalline lake where ripples fade

So that it may be at peace


Steel soul rusting

Copper asshole sucks and blows

Clank and crank like an ancient train

Robotic rot

Metallic plate cancer


Into corrupt and delusional alloys

All over the place and in your face

A paranoid work-droid

Buzzing and whirring a rich vein

Like a spinning top

Flipped out and loaded

Rusty and corroded

Never quite achieving togetherness

Shattering into scrap

Getting into crap


Facebook friend requests from robot women

Delete request, this is not an active profile

There is nothing profound about my lifestyle

Overcome by Trump tweets and dead meat daydreams

Overwhelmed by tortuous thoughts

Tangled up in monitoring breath for peace

Tortured by paranoid delusions of greatness

Tormented by Malcom Turnbull’s hopeless tissue-thin government

Tempted by tugging to lesbian porn

Don’t bow down submissively

Don’t surrender to fear

Don’t let the effort faze you

Don’t leave me hanging in cold moonlight

Don’t dance like a dildo in sensual twilight

Born blessed by an agnostic God

Born crazy-silly in a serious world