Posts Tagged ‘baby’

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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WookieeWarriors

Take your medicine you flagrant wookie

Spread mercurochrome first lover unannounced

Bend unwatched while my delusions frenzy

Slake magnificent hart crane harlequinss

 

Laura will I love you make this weird

I will take you to places feared

Mark my innocence before your spittoon

Hide out with me in a sacred room

 

And that’s what makes it so magical

The moments when I talk to you

I can’t believe what you’re saying

And I know what you’re displaying

 

Talking to me

Through your primitive ancestry

Lurking beneath algic fronds

Like an octopus

 

Magnifying stars

In dodgy bars

Be with me baby

Until mutant time

Makes geeks sublime

The Grind

Posted: November 1, 2016 in poetry
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hydatid_cyst1

Not travelling with hydatid enthusiasm
Waiting, waiting
Until the road beckons to you
Do you choose the journey?
Are you listening?
Satisfaction waits at the end, baby
Until you can’t feel anymore

jacknicholson

She said,‘When he walked past me I felt a shiver down my spine. But I wasn’t sure if it was a good shiver or a bad shiver.’
She said,‘I asked him if he was a bikie. He looked like a bikie’
She said, ‘He said no’
She said, ‘Then I saw him coming out from the IGA, with beers’
She said, ‘And I said hey baby come over here’
She said, ‘And we had some drinks
She said ‘I know he’s a good man even though I’ve only known him for three hours’
She said ‘Have you got ‘dreams’ by the cranberries
She drank all the wine, and spoke too loudly
But she was like a firecracker, so full of life
I felt good for my mate, he’d met her in the psychiatric ward- the rsvp for the sanity-impaired
I wished them both well after we had gotten really stoned on two sticks
They left me a few cones
I thought to myself- I’ve got to get back to the Gigglebin, and they left

Baby in a bucket

Posted: December 22, 2014 in poetry
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fishhook
I fucked up
A Baby in a bucket
Psychosis waits for my quiet moments
Please don’t go
A boneless baby in a bucket
Depression sucks me into bed and imprisons me for weeks
The Taliban in Pakistan shoots a hundred school children
Paranoid spider-webs of cause and effect
A mother stabs eight children to death in Cairns
Chaotic drunken stumbling through the transparent life of a mediocrity
Or is there more?
A boneless translucent baby in a bucket
Miasma of failure seeping from suicides
A friend of mine who took so much speed that he stayed up for two weeks then hung himself
So alone
It’s never enough.
Houses upon houses iterating and reiterating in infinite suburban tedium
You can buy a coat for your dog which simulates the feeling of a hug
Tip the boneless translucent baby out of the bucket
Will I touch it?
Does it live?
Fangs pierce my neck
Fish-hooks perforate my flesh