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depression

The crackle of clumsiness

As I attempt to communicate

While drunk as Boris Yeltsin

And only end up freaking women out

And being that creepy guy

That incel waste of space exuding desperation

When I was just trying to be friendly

And not trying

To get into their pants

Or at least trying not to think about it

Or look like I was thinking about it

After the first rejection

Comes the second

And that’s okay

It’s after the hundredth rejection in a row

When not even looking for anything sexual

That the depression really sets in

Like a cancer of the brain

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There is a certain elegance about a train

Decimating a body without pain

Because of the speed of execution

So let us speak of terrible miserable things

Dead forever, the big black nothing looms

A skeleton with sickle all dressed in black rags

Skeletal rictus jawboning and flabberjabbering the penalties for my horrific sins

There is a certain elegance about a train

Walk down the train-track at Queens Park so the C train

Comes through like a giant bullet

Splattering and battering me to constituent molecules

Rendering unto paste

Blood frenzy and deadly destruction poisons the atmosphere

My poor parents would not cope

But I’m trying not to do it

I’m a reluctant suicide case

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Closing in

Fanged delusions cavort through consciousness

Viper-tongued ladies with dreams bursting fire

Wasted thoughts wending their way out from the id like fireflies out of a vortex

Stinking conceptions corruptly metastasizing all over the mind

Cancerous growth of fetid paranoia unto recurring patterns of depravity

All spiking and stabbing into possible happiness till I drown in pessimism

Closing in

Nuclear violence from North Korea lights up a possible earth

Crazy shit as usual from Trump blazing orange fury tweets

Accusers and haters surround me in a circle of derision

Closing in

Like a gigantic squeezing fist

Chaos and corruption from government cronies

Poverty encroaching everywhere virally

Neocon-Nut-jobs rattling racism like castanets

Closing in

Like gangrene up a limb by increments

 

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Riding down the track past rippling wheat fields repeating on a singular theme again and again

Young and alive and free on ancient 120cc Yamaha

A flock of pink and grey galahs screeches and soars overhead

Racing and chasing down the farm track with a good mate

Sheep picking at stumpy feed and aimlessly following each other around like psychedelic guinea pigs

This is the land of Kangaroo and Echidna, the shivering wheat, the silo sentinels beam over our backs

We came to check a rabbit trap left the day before

And found a wedge-tailed eagle caught in the trap

Must have come in after a rabbit

A bad ass bird squawking and thrashing with talons like a velociraptor

What could we do?

Its vicious beak thrashed and gnarled the air

Scary shit!

But we managed to get a bag over its head as it thrashed

Released the wounded foot

And let it escape

A few flaps and it took off and was soon soaring high above us, piercing the sky

With a wing span of 10 feet

Awesome bird on the prowl for prey-rabbits, lambs whatever it can get

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As bent as a coat-hanger poking out a cone

As twisted as leprosy wrecking vital limbs

As loaded as a road-train barrelling down a deserted highway

As wasted as a wastrel in the universal gutter

As beaten as a homeless person on a cold night

As frozen as welcome as an icy-pole in summer

As hungry as cancer devouring the body

As hurtful as a punch in the face

As piercing as bone through flesh

As miserable as a lonely fat person

As dense as paranoia in sleepless nights

As frigid as fear of dying of fright

As useless as a broken phone

To you

Shit

Posted: June 1, 2018 in poetry
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It’s the shit

A heavenly hit

Of newspaper madness in light blue sky

It’s a very sad thing

That sorrow brings

That makes you want to die

It’s a crush

Arcane but lush

That lets you know you’re fried

It’s in the marrow

A death that harrows

To open your insides

It’s a flatulent feat

That’s really sweet

And makes our passion slide

There’s now a beat

That vibrates my meat

And I’ll never know why

 

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If you could see all horrible moments of the future

But no-one believed you

Would you go jitter-bug loopy?

Would you gibber ironically in frigid moonlight?

Bug shot and boasting tomorrow’s lotto results

Oh Cassandra princess of Troy

She sees the vigorous destruction of the city

Perfect prophetess

Luring Apollo with your milky breasts

Spurning a god

He curses fire and

Mind like a whole ward of twisted wreckage

Hiding in the temple of Athena

Kidnapped by Ajax

Detritus detritus he comes for her at night

With claws and fangs and a phantasmagoria of emotion

Everything mapped out iterating and reiterating

Frustrated beyond coherence

Tripped out over and rotting

Flipped past lover Agamemnon

Paired slaying as a concubine

Lost in yet to be

insomnia

 

When I can’t sleep random thoughts rush through my head

Sometimes sad, sometimes suicidal, sometimes silly

When I can’t sleep I try to meditate instead

Which helps a little but I still feel frustrated

When I can’t sleep I count sheep or breaths or thoughts

To try to sooth my mind and regulate my mood

When I can’t sleep I post on Facebook that I can’t sleep

To try to elicit sympathy and likes

When I can’t sleep

I grumble and groan like grumpy grandpa

And give the shits to everyone I meet

Because I get so agitated and anxious

When I can’t sleep I stay up all night listening to RTR FM

Or read a book

When I can’t sleep the cogs in my brain crunch and creaks

When I can’t sleep the beat of the blood brain barrier is deafening

When I can’t sleep I jerk off to relax

But I never do

When I can’t sleep my head feels like it’s full of glue

Which is neither strange nor new

Instead lost and askew

depression2

There is a terrible inevitability to this day and the next

Get up, do some random shit, feel unsatisfied

Do some more shit, fantasize about unobtainable women,

Wank, feel unsatisfied

Say something stupid, feel embarrassed

Go back to bed, feel unsatisfied

Try to sleep

Fail to sleep

And suffering goes on and on

As things continue to go wrong

Everyone everywhere has their own special variety of bullshit to deal with

Tedious repetition

Iteration after iteration

Until death

trump

Trump watches Fox News all day religously in an angry zone

To decide who to bomb and who to abuse on twitter

He changes his staff runaway train rapid

To keep himself amused and the public confused and bemused

And to convince himself that chaos is action

He keeps his brain from falling out with a hairpiece and glue

And bellows bullshit till he’s bright orange

He keeps all his acolytes

Stoned on his rhetoric and tweets

He loves the low information voters

They keep him powered up like a jack in the box

So he feeds them racist dog-whistles and paranoid xenophobic ramblings

While working against their economic interests

He loves to piss off China

And suck Vladimir Putin’s Russian rod

His staff is constructed of neofacist leaching lunatics

And the whole mess gets sillier than a satanic sausage everyday l

I just hope John Bolton doesn’t tell him to bomb North Korea

And set off a worldwide shit-fight that ends us all