Archive for January, 2016

wildturkey

Spare me the Wild Turkey, brother
I just can’t handle that shit
I go dingo’s gonad crazy and start fucking shit up
And so do a lot of other people

Wild Turkey 101 is 50.5 % alcohol
It’s fucked up man
And it fucks me up like being hit in the head with a two by four or a rubber sledge hammer
Never drink Wild Turkey with an unmedicated schizophrenic who calls himself a ‘voice hearer’
Who goes hurricane loco and smashes your guitar while shouting out- ‘Your rich dad can buy you another guitar!’
He smoked all my weed as well
A real friend was there to save the television before he broke it and stopped him from drawing all over the walls
I was too pissed to know what the fuck was going on
I think I might have popped some pills too
Then next day I woke up with the house smashed up and a pulsing, mutating headache like I had a cane-toad bouncing around inside my skull and eating my brains,
My mouth was a sandy prickly desert
I wondered what the fuck I’d done the night before
Had I even remembered to feed the guinea-pigs?
My wallet was empty but I’m sure I had a hundred and fifty bucks in it the night before
My only memories were broken images of drunkenness and depravity
And moronic drunken arguments sprinkled with paranoia
Everything else was a blank
I know I’m getting too old for this kind of ridiculous bullshit
I am not Charles Bukowski and I am not Shane MacGowan
From now on I’m sticking to beers and bongs

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Oh Winona, Oh Winona
You were so beautiful and fragile in Girl, Interrupted
You were so mysterious, and dark in Heathers
You were so Gothic,and porcelain in Betelgeuse
You were so archetypal of generation X in Reality Bytes
You have always been my ideal woman

There’s something wonderful about you
Your voice, your presence and your smile all radiate
Your body, your red lips, your waif-like vulnerability enthral me
Oh Winona, Oh Winona
You’re the only woman for me

There’s something wonderful about you
You rock the pixie cut, and turn on the universe
You exude Arctic cool like David Bowie on coke
Oh Winona, Oh Winona
You’re the only woman for me

I’ve heard that you’re still not married
I’m always checking up on you
Though I promise I’d never stalk you or creep you
Not even a little bit
You’re around my age now- you always have been
Though still alienly, scarily gorgeous
How about it?
I could be your backup husband
I promise I’ll love you till the heavens fall down
Oh Winona, Oh Winona
Winona, you’re the only woman for me

Bloody_rose_by_HakunaMattata

There’s so much beauty in the world
Broken glass is a vision of glistening dew
There’s so much beauty in the world
Shading green leaves scattered on the branches of an oak tree
There’s so much beauty in the world
Blood drops on a white rose in a secret garden
There’s so much beauty in the world
Little blue wrens zoom over bushes making letters in the air
There’s so much beauty in the world
Wedge-tailed eagle soaring over the desert looking for prey
There’s so much beauty in the world
Guinea-pigs purr when you stroke their backs
There’s so much beauty in the world
Fresh grass steams for cattle in early morning
There’s so much beauty in the world
Forget about structure and discipline
Forget about suburbia and suburban dreams
Forget about income and outgoings
Forget about your body’s pilgrimage to death
There’s so much beauty in the world
Throw away your preconceptions
Throw away you paranoia
Throw away your motivation
Throw away your clothes
Refuse to be a victim
Don’t be ordinary
Whatever you do
Don’t be ordinary
Forget about structure and discipline
There’s so much beauty in the world

face

Awful lawful machinery of conversation
Turn and counter turn
Speaking and the waiting
Nonverbal gestures and face expressions
All in sync and so confusing
A dance to which not all are invited
But just to live you need to communicate
We are social animals
Some of us aren’t set up for it
But we are social animals
Some of us fall asleep in empty beds
But we are social animals
Some people dream of imaginary lovers all night long
As we are social animals
Some cry themselves to sleep each night
As we are social animals

And when the moment comes
A pretty woman smiles at you
You’re at a loss for what to do
Your boring nice-guy bullshit doesn’t cut it
Your recitation of your tedious life and mundane hobbies sink into dust
Your questions are deflected or irrelevant
You cannot do the conversational dance of flirting
And some honey-tongued Lothario will swoop in
And take her away

uluru

If you could comprehend:
The beat of the wings of a hummingbird
Weird lizards changing gender as naturally as skins
Summer insect-buzzed hours of indolence
The chirping midnight song of a guinea-pig as sweet as a bird’s
Or the old dead weight of time
I might not be so frustrated with your inner emptiness
And your shit-eating grimace

If you could comprehend:
Unselfish love
The ballet of pelicans in courtship across water
Songs of Humpback whales
The eye of a wedge-tailed eagle in flight
Or the price of eggs
I might not discard your living but not participating carcass
In a roadhouse
On the way to Alice Springs
Just to get some peace from your brain-buggering ignorance
In the outback

 

 

jupiter

A moon among many
Rocky sphere rotating perfectly blanketed in space time
A part in a symphony of spheres singing the universe
Cold beyond cold and empty
Sparse atmosphere as fine as powder
Craters pock-mark and indelibly render the sphere imperfect
Blanketing piercing points of light – stars a scatter of light as many as grains of sand on a beach
Diamond pinpricks on the hide of night
So black endless abyss between the stars
Circling a gas giant, colourful banded in the sky – browns, yellows, reds

Swollen with swirling gases over a rocky core
Ringed with star-dust
Jupiter
Beware the red storming eye
Which watches malevolently
Rotation and orbit in perfect gravitational order
In the silence of space