Posts Tagged ‘beat’

Shit

Posted: June 1, 2018 in poetry
Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

 

 

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

 

Advertisements

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

download (1)

 

Take it through the moonlight to a center of beatific wisdom in the sky

Break it through the half-light on an unfamiliar globular mass

Make it with porcelain maidens whose expressions and breasts long for consequence

And never give up never break down never surrender

Until you have made synchrony out of dust

Slake your thirst with gorgeous wines while breaking into pieces

Wake up to a blurred suggestion of being out of style with a smile

Shake up paradigms that cut and symbols that caress like feathers

Until your hands are scuffed by dirt and there is vivid imagining

Snake it down cramped pathways in search of cigarette butts

Hate it from angelic spirit beings out of hopeless obligation

Ache it in co-ordination with random out-of-touchness

Until your heart is full as an egg and you pick the right alternative

ginsberg

Hey Ginsberg
Imagine if you came to Perth Poetry Club
Would you eye the pretty boys?
Would you hit on SPM?
Give one of your prophetic gnostic readings
Play your harmonium for us and do Father Death and the Ballad of the Skeletons
Have a joint with the boys out the back of the Salvation Army building?
Great teacher, Boddhisatva, beat progenitor
Sometimes I think of you hanging out with Kerouac, Burroughs and Cassady
Digging sky-flecked psychosexual kicks
Drinking red wine and pretending to be a bum
When the world seemed like a wild trip of jazz-flavoured psychedelia
And you made it beautiful

bb622passionateaffair

Icicle underpants blazing concrete death mothers
Bread lacks street cred harrowing halls
mangrove mandala giving taking breaking sifting lifting
like mangoes day glo I don’t know
some kind of wiry knot but not constructed of ants or string
My daylight ramblings through train stations like a pilgrim
Chewing gum paper waffles of light because not always because not always like Christmas Eve
Neither Monday nor Pork nor April nor channelling delayed language

Nor being composed of monolith bracken bridges
Driven out and over by the pineapples of co-incidence
Beat rhythms sometimes no sequences or sentiment
Pedophile epididimus roached to quiet satisfaction
Hate and love not identity politics
Consider lesbian grief munching
under old sheets
waiting for a perverted minute
corruption breeds chocolate sphincters
Glistening kraut cadenzas
Happening repeated orgasms of light
poisonous meat bucket knows loaf trousers
metaphors metastasizing grave neurons
simplex engagement fundamental questions
What penguin? Which anal bead? Which weapon of need?
Everything and everywhere, even in your head
Waiting for melting bananas and dust
Remember Jabba Jesus Jack Kerouac Jimmy Hendrix Jim Morrison

515d2d0d96eced1f305e854bdf102a64

You were the one with your brain of bone
You lie and you lie like a corpse in the grave
You steal and you cheat
Drugged-up delinquent
Haphazard hooligan
ADHD criminal
Don’t crunch my gonads
Don’t pollute my peace with your perversion
Don’t steal my shit, fuckwit
Look at yourself
Peak out of your poison mind like a craven turtle
Look at all the bad karma you generate
Do these words penetrate your alcoholic confusion
Enough to perforate your sump pump soul?
Don’t steal my piggies
Don’t beat me
Don’t pick on me
You in your dirty shot world with your perverted entitled personality
And victim mentality
With your tedious anecdotes of violence and oppression
Fuck you and your collection of dirty fits
Fuck you and your drug induced bionic paranoia
Fuck you and your painful polka-dot hallucinations
Fuck you and your endless addictive attitudes
Fuck you and your Jim Beam T-shirt and boganesque enthusiasms
You and your facebook friends can fuck off
Fuck you very much

urizen

Urizen rages against his cage
Beats meat in the corridors of the house of God
Stares down from a cross impaled on nails and laughs
He who Plotted creation in intricate detail
Builds an angry fortress with his pain

Urizen measures his universe
Like an eagle eyeing his prey
Malevolent eyes-balls pierce each molecule
Desperate grimace over mountains
Megalomania strains against iron fetters

Urizen deluded and insane beyond reason
Thinks he is God and God above God
Doesn’t realize he’s messed up creation
By failing to infuse the right amount of love

Urizen rages against his own children
Who locked him in prison to save the world
Plots suffering like swatting flies
Murder’s moments with a swish of his tail
Bludgeons the butterfly hope and drinks blood-rivers

Granite pathology
Rock grinding rock into dust
Under the mountains Urizen is enclosed
Thrashing and beating against what binds him
Birthing earth-quakes and volcanic eruptions

Despair for him is the making of heaven

quain_p19

Bind my legs with razor wire
Pluck my eyeballs with a spoon
Fry my cock in boiling oil
Bury my feet in lead
Drown me in the river
Until I’m surely dead

Beat my meat with leather wax
Spin my tyres backwards
Baste my tastes with vinegar
Trip my brain with acid
Drown me in the river
Until I’m surely dead

Strangle my neck with barbed wire
Rip out my guts with hooks
Pierce my ass with broken glass
Spin me out with weed
Drown me in the river
Satisfy my needs

Mobile_CellPhone_Infos

Crack bone upon your mobile phone
Come out of sky-scraping Satanic towers of Moloch and Mammon
Do a silly, sunlit dance like an insane drunken hobo all over the moribund urban streets
Moon the captains of industry, reptile lawyer-monsters and asshole accountants
Live your life by dream language and weird associations
Paint the sky psychedelic rainbow colours of love
In your life’s roller disco
Send messages of peace and hope down the new song-lines of the suburbs
And bless each moment with love

Do we all need to be lost strangers in poison empty rooms?
Can we reach out and love our neighbours
Even the guy who stole mobile phone
Even those who beat me, ridiculed me and shaved my head
It’s complicated
Making connections,
Forming a friendship network for socially awkward people and weirdo poets
Does everything have to be so desperate and lonely?
Tear off the shroud of suffering and rise to new psychic energy.
So a new day of compassion and empathy may begin

lunatic

Don’t cry, little sister
‘The lunatics have taken over the asylum’
They’re going to put the one percent in hospital to rot and fill them full of antipsychotics
They’re going to arrest all bankers and make business men wear clown-suits
They’re going to drop acid in Tony Abbot’s beer

‘The lunatics have taken over the asylum’
They say: ‘Purple rhinocerous bows to Buddha in a sunlit Sunday ceremony’
They say: ‘Roar like a dinosaur in jet-black dildo afternoon’
They say: ‘Green vomits slug creatures are crawling through my brain’
They say: ‘Beat your meat in sacred halls and behind toilet doors’

They say: ‘Let loose your inner Wookie’
They say: ‘Let your freak flag fly’
They say: ‘The only drug problem I have is not enough drugs’
They say: ‘Put ASIO on trial and sentence John Howard to life for war crimes’

They say: ‘Legalize all drugs and give addicts government subsidised jobs’
They say: ‘Nick Cave for prime minister’
They say: ‘The opposite of addiction is connection’
They say: ‘Golden dog turds in urine soup’

They say: ‘Free the weed man’
They say: ‘Kill the pigs and smash the state’
They say : ‘Channel the holy spirit of Rimbaud, Blake and Ginsberg’
They say: ‘Dismantle the military industrial complex and fold it into a metal origami’

They say: ‘I’m gonna get high till the day I die’
They say: ‘Om mani padmi hum’
They say: ‘Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me a sinner’
They say: ‘Maranatha’
They say: ‘Screen the police force for authoritarian personalities’

They say: ‘Suck sausages made from flagrant dingo gonads’
They say: ‘Give the blackfellas back their land and stop using coal’
They say: ‘Go dance in the sun-dappled gum trees of the south-west on ecstasy’
They say: ‘Grow opium and weed in the hills around Perth’

Don’t cry little sister
‘The lunatics have taken over the asylum’