Posts Tagged ‘dreams’

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When I’m alone in my head

Possum headed and cosy

Ready for my voyage through the night

Willing on dreams

Of naked women and beer

And vast swaying fields of marijuana

Wishing and waiting on sleep

RTR on the radio

Some weird disconnected hip hop spoken word extravaganza

Loaded up on psych drugs

Name yourself

Critical unit

Bloated man

Cliched stoner

Madman magnet

Smelly hippy

But in dreams

Not

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Routine

Posted: April 25, 2017 in poetry
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routine

It’s a mean routine

To make his dreams

Each step the same as those before

The woman leaves him wanting more

It’s a mean routine

It reams his dreams

Angel’s wings and cloaks of black

Enormous gnarly hits of smack

It’s a mean routine

It screams out dreams

Vampire fangs and simpering squares

Let my feelings ride on air

 

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It’s 8 am, you merkin

Hypnogogic and confused

By frenzied dreams and pineapple inhalations

RTR on the radio

Doona has a hole in it

from when I set myself on fire smoking

 

Captain conehead knocks on the window

When in Albania

It’s 8 am

Tripping out on triptamine

For no obvious reward

Or pallid delusions of greatness

It’s 8am

And I am not getting out of bed

Mooching True

Posted: December 30, 2016 in poetry
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Cos we’re mooching me and you

Mooching you

And sometimes we’re mooching blue

Yeah we’re mooching like angels

Mooching true

Forgotten all the dreams we knew

Mooching blue

Drinking smoking, sniffing glue

Mooching true

Living in an igloo

Mooching blue

Bonking, honking x-ray views

Mooching true

 

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

 

 

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Hanging out in underpasses, beard resplendent- your Hawaiian shirt bringing down the psychometric city

Dancing down pavements with your hash-pipe in your pocket

Dressing up as a spooky clown to freak out suburban natives

Mellowing out under a tree in vibrant sunlight with your heart full of love

Marrowing the meat of the moment like a pilgrim on the way to the abyss

Are you my angel?

Are you my woman?

Infinite gladness paints plasticine fractals from life

Diadems sparkle like schizophrenic stars

While muscles relax problems contract

Gonna be alright daylight transcending midday melancholy

Under purple skies, pastel balloons soar like birds

Sun smiles on tie-dyed moments illumining faint tracings

Perfect day blazing sensual sentiments

Peace of the soul for humankind

When dreams are confessed

Love becomes manifest

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Last time I stopped taking my antipsychotics

I felt a bit weird and anxious

And started getting obsessed with the rantings of pick-up artists on the internet

I was convinced by their bullshit that I could emulate an Alpha male

I tried picking up every woman I met

And got progressively crazier every day

Antipsychotics make me fat but they also keep me sane

Toxic masculinity belted through my veins

My pores oozed fuck juice

Not a good situation

So I went back on my medication

And started to mellow out a bit

Now I think about beautiful women all the time

But I can control my impulses

Scrapes

Posted: November 1, 2016 in poetry
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Rapid scrapes
In my mind
Pot music
Carousing
Imbibing
Sometimes
But
Not
Not
Not
To a great extent
Only
In dreams
Forest
Earth-light
Oranges

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There’s so much beauty in the world
Broken glass is a vision of glistening dew
There’s so much beauty in the world
Shading green leaves scattered on the branches of an oak tree
There’s so much beauty in the world
Blood drops on a white rose in a secret garden
There’s so much beauty in the world
Little blue wrens zoom over bushes making letters in the air
There’s so much beauty in the world
Wedge-tailed eagle soaring over the desert looking for prey
There’s so much beauty in the world
Guinea-pigs purr when you stroke their backs
There’s so much beauty in the world
Fresh grass steams for cattle in early morning
There’s so much beauty in the world
Forget about structure and discipline
Forget about suburbia and suburban dreams
Forget about income and outgoings
Forget about your body’s pilgrimage to death
There’s so much beauty in the world
Throw away your preconceptions
Throw away you paranoia
Throw away your motivation
Throw away your clothes
Refuse to be a victim
Don’t be ordinary
Whatever you do
Don’t be ordinary
Forget about structure and discipline
There’s so much beauty in the world

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Understand the solitary man
Burnt out tree lost in a forest of loneliness
Pebble under an infinite mountain
He puts on a mellow album
Smokes a couple of cones
Lights mandarin flavoured incense
Stares at the dirty plates and empty drink bottles surrounding him and recoils at how dirty the coffee table is
Considers doing the washing
Considers moving the dirty plates to the kitchen
Doesn’t move

His mental soliloquy:
“Oh my filth, my precious filth
No-one can tell me to clean up
At least I know where things are
Oh God ,I’m getting fat
My back aches when I walk
I’m going to die alone in a rented room
From a heart attack or lung cancer
Or I’ll get diabetes and someone will chop off my leg”

Paranoia, paranoia most foul in lonely rooms all over the world where excess men who nobody wants live out their pathetic lives
His personal space is small
No-one wants to invade it
His dreams are always full of women
But his life is empty of them
Too depressed to jerk off but soaked in longing
Waiting for death
Understand the solitary man