manus

We are the least of men

Iranians, Afghanis, Sudanese

Stuck on Manus forever

Outside the camp the locals will attack us

Cutting us down like dogs

They hack us with machetes

Inside the camp we die in our souls

Of neglect

Of disease

Of madness

In tropical heat

We cry out to your conscience

For you to set us free

For we are losing hope

And feeling dead inside

We are punished for coming on a boat

When Australia was built by people arriving by boat

We are a national staining shame

For if you do this to us now

Who will be next?

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Twisted down and broken

Maddened and unopened

I take my time

Mired in slime

From the moment

Into the meat of each echo of the moment

 

Howling bone

Couple of cones

Dead weight daydreams

Silent death screams

Being gentle with myself

Cut out the super-critical conscience

Look at the evidence for negative self-talk

Rest and let the spirit run

Through fields of daffodils

Like a stallion

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Computer speakers resting on one another

Printer monitor, TV, air conditioner

All waiting for me to do something profound or stupid

Watching me gibber like a gibbon and prance around the room

In my Hawaiian shirt

Loaded and overloaded

Dumptruck deadly

Beaten and bloody minded

Tripped out and terrifying

But I have friends

And cuddly piggelies

So all is well in the kingdom of the Piggelie King

out-of-the-web

Things looking a bit cleaner

Thanks to my mate

Piggelies running across the floor

Chasing after the fresh prime vegetables.

They’re the fresh prime crew

Cat cage, speakers, computer existing by inches

Desk, couch, bedding, cushion just being there silently

Printer, pussycat, hay bag

This is the kingdom of the piggely king

A mean cat

A grumpy black and white cat

But a proud and beautiful cat

Piggely cage

Lovely piggelies popcorning happily

Getting into each moment mindfully

Feeling less afraid

Breathing slowly from the diaphragm

Piggelie time

Let the piggelies run free

Get in amongst it

Let the piggelies run free

Pack it up over the sky

Waving one hand high

a1

A just but cruel Angel pulsates as bone is broken and minds ripped open

A tortured assassin waits for the warp and weft of the world to untangle

A frenzied demon cuts throats ad infinitum in hell

Things are not well

Out of sync, caustic and crapulent

Cryptic moments flicker-framed in twilight

Slow-motion mind-meld with the detritus of existence

Mysterious esoteric forces at work

Lockstep illusion production to mystify the arcane world

Lurkers and little green men planning our movements

In intricate patterns

It’s all mapped out man

Determinism

John Berryman

Depraved Piggelie wanted a pile of pot

Laugh Piggelie while your empire falls apart

Cry Piggelie as you mess up your brain

Howl Piggelie to the choir of naysayers

Rupture your sense of entitlement

Cling to a holy and beautiful lover

 

So what of it, Mr Cones,

You pilfer your darling’s sanity

You rest your hand on her pussy at midnight

Why do you think you are so special?

What clockwork conspiracies lurk in your mind?

You are nothing in a void of nothing.

 

Piggelie didn’t know about a universe of pain

A torrent of poison rain

Creep, creep of paranoia

Dead weight of depravity

All converging on the point of the conversation

In spiralling synchrony

man

Will what makes a man of me

Unmake you as a woman?

An embrace or a head-fuck

The undergirding certainties are crackling like leaves in flame

All so precarious

All so deficient

I’m afraid reality will fall apart

All dreams and schemes collapse to dust

If Trump bombs North Korea

And the whole shit-storm accelerates into apocalypse

And a nuclear missile hits Garden Island

 

Will what makes a man of me

Make me cruel and unforgiving

Is forgiveness weakness?

Is gentle Jesus too meek and mild?

To inspire a man to be a man

When the world is full of baby munching super predatory shark monsters

Victimizing and ripping off all the people who can’t stand up for themselves

It’s scary for gentle people

It’s scary for all people

devastation

Devastation, any moment, any time

All so random

Plastic moments

Horrid slime

Devastation like a vampire sucks on night

Devastation like a snake lurking in underbrush

Devastation like a shark inhaling blood

Devastation like a werewolf ripping throats

Devastation like a demon straight from hell

Devastation and a stinky festering smell

Electric wookies in each neuron of your brain

Electric earthlight through the centre of your veins

Electric amoeba pulsating through time

Electric tendons stretched out by intensive work

Take me backwards through the echoes of the night

Take me outside and whisper words of fear

Take me down the pub and buy me a beer

I am waiting for a frenzy of blood

I am waiting for a sun-dance of light

Take me downwards and you’ll find that I might

Be devastated

Again and again

Trio

Posted: October 13, 2017 in poetry
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iggy

The holy trio of Iggy, Bowie and Reed

Now just Iggy

But Iggy just keeps on going

Causing trouble in a spectacular manner

Just imagine Iggy at the Big Day Out

Iggy swings the microphone around his head

Then it hits him the face

Then he says

‘Let’s fuck this shit up’

And starts pulling down the curtains around the stage

So let us fuck shit up

Just like Iggy

Every day

As everything is fucked anyway

Let us try to fuck it further and deeper

 

 

Next Day

Posted: October 12, 2017 in poetry
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Piggelie on valium and weed was a very happy Piggelie

Oh the schemes he’d weave and the phosphorescent day-glo phantasms that lurked in his brain box

He felt capable of anything as all anxiety had gone

He felt more human and less tired from the wretched night before where no sleep was possible

He felt he could have a loving relationship with a human female well, for an instant

He felt this would not be possible until he lost 30 kg