Archive for October, 2017

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

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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

sleep

Damn sleepless night

Head cramping

Legs restless

Frustration growing

Have a wank

An hour later still can’t sleep

Listening to music- triple J and RTR

Surfing across stations in search of calm vibes

Frustration growing

Trying to self-sooth to sleep with mantras, incantations diaphragmatic breathing

Waiting, waiting, waiting

Should I count sheep or guinea pigs?

But just can’t get there

Frustration growing

Get up

Read a book

Damn eyes are going

Can’t read the print

A curse on all people who sleep easily

A wish for some seriously strong sleeping pills

A fantasy of gnarly benzodiazepines

Mogadon me baby

Now, now, now

Fuck this shit

Fuck this shit

Fuck this shit

Gone

Posted: October 7, 2017 in poetry
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michelle

And now you’re gone

And I didn’t expect you to go so quickly

And you were such a caring loving lady

With such a good heart

And I wish we could have worked it out

So I could have save you

But I couldn’t save you

You seemed to want to go

And now you’re gone

And the world seems empty

Pretty girl with cats’ eyes

Now you’re gone forever

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He wants her in the water like a lily made of flesh

He wants her in the mountains scaring yeti out of caves

He wants her riding nowhere at the beginning of the day

He wants her to embrace him in succulent moonlight

He wants her sweet and writhing in the intensity of fuck

He wants her to rewire his brain into a more pleasing configuration

He wants her to convince him that he is worthwhile and not a chump

He wants her to put up with his porn-perverted sexuality

He wants to wax along her wobbly sex

He wants to gnarl around her three pointed paradise

He wants her to pretend he is attractive

He wants her to extend her body to him

She doesn’t want to