Archive for November, 2014

bud
Hopping on the train to Queens Park
Sixty bucks in my hand with a heart full of hope, John Lennon spectacles and a Hawaiian shirt
Time to make a deal on covert corners
I get there
The door’s wide open but a guy jumps out of a parked car and asks
‘Are you chasing?’
‘Yeah
Follow him through the doorway
He pulls out a metallic thermos and opens it up
It’s crammed full of sticks
‘How many you want’
‘Two’
I hand over the mullah and secrete the little pillows of happiness in my pocket
Leaving the house, I head for the station
Stop in a park where the old library used to be facing the station and pack a cone
Intake of sweet smoke, so much nicer than tobacco
A haze of lime-green satisfaction descends
The grass is green as a rainforest
The sky is azure bright and unimpeded by clouds
Then I roll a smoke and head for the station
Ten minutes to wait for the train to Oats Street

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I imagine

Posted: November 20, 2014 in poetry
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isis
I imagine your ripe, milky white breasts
And Isis mind-warping predatory fighters in the hills around Perth
I imagine your luxurious thighs and blood red lips
And an anti-aircraft missile plane explosion over the suppurating sea
I imagine your post-punk affectations and your Sonic Youth t-shirt
And suicide bomber metastases all over the streets of Perth with bases in Bassendean
I imagine your wit and literary inflections
And terrorist mind-fuck sub-cells hiding at every corner heavily armed
I imagine your empathy and compassion
And the Isis kelpto-bureaucracy of death dealing Jihadi ant-brains seeking sensual martyrdom
I imagine holding you close and kissing you with private passion
While the bombs explode and scatter shrapnel over a wide radius

Coming Down

Posted: November 19, 2014 in poetry
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sleeping
The hurtling dervish of my speeding mind finally descends from the stratosphere
No longer the pressure to talk and no more frenzied stories
No more superman musing and high velocity stream of consciousness
My eyelids drift downward
I suddenly feel hungry and take a couple of Solian to decelerate towards morning
I eat some curry and stretch out my arms
Time for bed, time to voyage through the land of dreams in the little that remains of the chemical night
That was some good shit but it’s all over now

Meth

Posted: November 8, 2014 in poetry
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meth
I have spent vast quantities of time waiting for drugs
The wasted hours stretch out to infinity on the wings of vultures
Daylight dances across the eucalyptus
Kookaburras bend air into original shapes
I look at my phone and make a game of waiting for the next ten minutes
And then it is here
Transparent supersonic methamphetamine crystals
And when my friend hits the vein the blood in the fit is the brightest red I’ve ever seen
Soon we’re racing off our head on rock
I can’t stop talking about how good I feel as I rush through time
I could take the whole world from behind and pull down its trousers

woofer

A vegetable oscillation inspires new beats for a broken egg-shell meditation
Queer wind through the cracks in a vulgar picture
Thoughts chewed over pensively to pristine rhythms
Till night-time whispers become overwhelming, belting at a door inside my head
Sounds bebop a transmutation of fingers twisting arcane melodies
Quavers and semi-quavers interlaced with whimsy iterating and reiterating
Synchronous day-glo symphonies dance through the twilight and ignite the atmosphere
Sympathetic sundials spin in time with the rapscallionish tunes
Vibes format and reinitialize spider-webs of delicate intrigue and frenzied fractals of suspense
Subterranean bass through the souls of my feet
Sexual tension and apprehension played through a moog synthesizer
A prehensile mood alters comprehension of tuned curlicues of cogitation
I count the holes in my arm as the beat reverberates