Posts Tagged ‘down’


What measure for my madness?

What succour for my pain?

No desire in my body

And the suffering starts again


How to reach out to the other

How to embrace my pain with love

I don’t find any answers

Falling down from God above


When we meet the end of all

When our turkey’s chopped

Will it be like a kick in the balls

Hoping it won’t hurt a lot


What purpose in my sentience?

What reason in my race?

Why don’t you take me seriously?

Is it ‘cos I’m off my face?




colinbarnettA collection of discombobulated dreams won’t bring the government down

A miscellany of lesbian porn won’t bring the government down

A torrent of sharp toothed snakes won’t bring the government down

A pile of dirty washing won’t bring the government down

A vast herd of guinea pigs won’t bring the government down

A raging ravaging fire won’t bring the government down

A gibbering ghost won’t bring the government down

A philandering platypus in cargo pants won’t bring the government down

A transient burst of noxious gas won’t bring the government down

An avalanche of unreconstructed mens rights activists won’t bring the government down

A hurricane of hooligans armed with dildos won’t bring the government down

But dropping a shitload of poetry books on Colin Barnett’s head might bring the government down




Electric dildo daylight
Muffle-bum madness
Crypto-psychotic musings
To tempt
To trip
To terrorize
All day long
Pants down for action
Yet somehow tempting
Never denied
Always supplied
Crumbly green herb with orange hairs
Dancing naked round the burning civilization
With a hope
Of Transcendence



Deep down below
Beneath six feet of loam
Bone on bone on bone
Down with the worms

And midnight’s creatures
Oozing through soil
Ancient stasis of bone on bone
Waiting, waiting, waiting alone

For the holy breath of God
To enliven bone as hard as stone
That holy sacred God-soaked wind
That renders dead bones alive again

Sewing flesh, pumping marrow
Wiping every tear of sorrow
And when this flesh is raised to life
Blood hurtles through new veins

And shadows loom across the plains
Of every man and woman born
Who suffered in a wild world



Five fathoms down she sprays into the wound
Thrice blessed by intimate hints of soul decay
Because she doesn’t even know the way
To crackle in the moonlight with no sound

Five fathoms down she spits upon the wound
The wound that wondered what to do on Wednesday
Blessed sentiment that seeped through cracks
And laid a holy woman on her back

Five fathoms down she spews into the wound
So poisoning oil will spread through festering flesh
And soon become entangled in a mesh
That whistles apathy with flagrant wind

Five fathoms down she stabs into the wound
Leaves green contusions all over the skull
Knocks down the trees that bend towards the dawn
Then sweeps into a dream of sex and sin

Five fathoms down she fists into the wound
Breathing skin and bestial wailing shrieks
Into misogynist ears of corpulent Lords
Who mutter, grumble, spit and play the chords
Of bigotry and bastardry abroad


Coming Down

Posted: November 19, 2014 in poetry
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The hurtling dervish of my speeding mind finally descends from the stratosphere
No longer the pressure to talk and no more frenzied stories
No more superman musing and high velocity stream of consciousness
My eyelids drift downward
I suddenly feel hungry and take a couple of Solian to decelerate towards morning
I eat some curry and stretch out my arms
Time for bed, time to voyage through the land of dreams in the little that remains of the chemical night
That was some good shit but it’s all over now