Posts Tagged ‘high’

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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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Things looking a bit cleaner

Thanks to my mate

Piggelies running across the floor

Chasing after the fresh prime vegetables.

They’re the fresh prime crew

Cat cage, speakers, computer existing by inches

Desk, couch, bedding, cushion just being there silently

Printer, pussycat, hay bag

This is the kingdom of the piggely king

A mean cat

A grumpy black and white cat

But a proud and beautiful cat

Piggely cage

Lovely piggelies popcorning happily

Getting into each moment mindfully

Feeling less afraid

Breathing slowly from the diaphragm

Piggelie time

Let the piggelies run free

Get in amongst it

Let the piggelies run free

Pack it up over the sky

Waving one hand high

Not what they do

Posted: January 31, 2017 in poetry
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Watch what people say

Not what they do

Don’t listen when they say you’re wonderful

Blowing smoke up your ass

Don’t get ripped off

Don’t get conned

When a guy with tattoos on his face says he can get a stick around the corner

Don’t give him money

Don’t be a chicken dinner

Don’t be a victim

Hold your head high to encourage respect

Don’t be a mark

Don’t be a chump

Pick yourself out of the gutter and stare at the stars

So that you may know in your heart you are here for a reason

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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’