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It’s 8 am, you merkin

Hypnogogic and confused

By frenzied dreams and pineapple inhalations

RTR on the radio

Doona has a hole in it

from when I set myself on fire smoking

 

Captain conehead knocks on the window

When in Albania

It’s 8 am

Tripping out on triptamine

For no obvious reward

Or pallid delusions of greatness

It’s 8am

And I am not getting out of bed

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I’ve always been a fat guy

Don’t know if it’s what I eat or my metabolism or both

Never had much luck with the ladies

Never been a player

Never been alpha

You orbit above me like a distant star

Radiant beauty, forbidden love

Wonderful woman divine angel

I dream of your caress like rose petals

I dream of your breasts like mangos

I dream of your lips like pomegranates

But I understand that I am not attractive to you

So I’ll be happy with the friendzone

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Write on me what you will

Project your delusions all over my silly face

Tattoo cryptic letters on my body

Story me, stereotype me

Classify me, pattern me

Codify me, categorize me

Garrot me, perforate me

While centrelink waits to crunch my bones

Like the beast rising from the sea in the apocalypse

Soon I will feel it’s fangs in my flesh

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Hidden heart erupts pulse flowers like dust-motes through air

Inner brain imagines mandalas

Plastic fractal rainbow images crystallize my mental skate-park

Unicorn day-dream deadly fantasias, hooligan holograms

Central hallucinations pulsating in infinite variety

Mad ravings by voices which echo incongruously

Suicidal strivings against concrete conformity

Schizoid simperings in the marrow of suburbia

Cracked actions in a bubble of sedition

Mutating madrigals which burble in tune

To the beat of the cosmos, galaxies and stars

Dreaming of vast swaying fields of marijuana

Drunk on delusions and midnight madness

Dying while hermit crabs crackle against rocks

Dying overcome by poisonous paranoia

Dying within while the world rages without

 

Buddha

Posted: February 26, 2017 in poetry
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Watch thoughts slide by like skates on ice

On the conveyer belt of consciousness

Breathe deeply and watch them go by without attachment

Don’t cling desperately to your delusions

Watch ripples in your mind settle

Clarity emerges

You are not human

You are Buddha

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I wait for the Centrelink beast to devour me

It lurks ravenously waiting to bite off my head

And suck up my brain

I wait for the Centrelink beast to devour me

Like a snail waiting for a bird

Paralytic with fear

I wait for the Centrelink beast to devour me

Like a pandimensional lion eats up time

So many people have been busted

I’m sure they’re gonna bust me

Then I won’t be able to afford cigarettes

Or weed

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I wish I was a real man

Like those guys on American Restoration

I wish I was more Nick Cave and less Clive Palmer

I wish I could drink all night and throw up in the morning like Bukowski

But I’m not a badass

I’m not alpha

I lack the social skills to pick up women in a bar

I lack the drive to dominate and subjugate

I have a feeling I lack testosterone

Can men and women really be friends?

Just because you want to fuck someone

Doesn’t mean you don’t respect them

In fact you probably respect them more through idealisation

Imagining them on a pedestal

Beautiful unobtainable woman

Forever in my mind

I’d be happy with the friendzone

Just to spend some time in your orbit

Gorgeous bodacious babe

 

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You might try to square a circle

Or vibrate in harmony with the sighs of the universe

You might relax into a bath in your underpants

Or translate the ravings of a French lunatic poet

But it’s not enough

To end your transpersonal delusions

Or tame the voices

That rave in your head

Like crows

You might enumerate your paranoia

Write sonnets to your sinking sense of well being

Compose an ode to empty cigarette butts

Ramble incoherently to your psychiatric nurse

While black angels watch over you with skull faces

Waiting to scoop you up and take you to hell

 

 

Dream

Posted: February 17, 2017 in poetry
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I have a recurring dream where I’m back living with my parents

And they are giving me shit about not having a job

Then I’m talking to my brother

And I say  to him

‘If anyone ever asks you to go to Laos

Don’t go/ Don’t go/Don’t go

My brother died in Laos and we don’t know what killed him

Then I wake up

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Do your thoughts ever surprise you?

Do they rise up like sharks from you unconscious and bite you in two?

Rendering you paralyzed with fear and paranoia

Are there sweaty poisonous thoughts subtle as ferrets that eat you up from the inside?

Or wild roller-coaster thoughts that trip your skull out to the edge

Do they come as voices and gibber and gape in your cranium?

Telling you to kill yourself or someone else

Don’t do it

Chill the fuck out

It’s just an illusion of the mind