Posts Tagged ‘medicine’

John Forbes 1986 - ANU_original

I dreamt last night I hung out with John Forbes and ‘hit the piss’
We talked about Frank O’Hara and the death of God
We talked about women and love unrequited
We talked about Sydney skies and how to write a good drug poem
We talked about the importance of tone and irony
We talked about how Dylan Thomas used to do a hundred edits on one poem
Strange these fragrant poetic moments
With good companions on the road to death
John was as cool as I previously imagined
Brilliant, witty and sardonic
Then we went to score some weed
And some cough medicine
And filled our esoteric needs

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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

shaman-1

Always madness knocking at the door
Unmedicated schizophrenics sucking up my time
Rambling to themselves while staring in the mirror
Muttering inflammatory rhetoric and racism
Denying that they have any mental illness
Telling me that the CIA and the NBN are reading their brainwaves
Telling me that there are messages for them in the ads in X-presss
Telling me that the whole planet is being monitored and controlled by the Masons
Convinced that their medication is poison

But these are God’s children
And we must love them no matter how annoying they may be
In tribal societies they would be shaman
With one foot in the spirit world and one foot in reality
Hearing spirit voices and interpreting them for the tribe
Going on mystic journeys accompanied by spirit animals
Speaking in poetry
Mystifying and incandescent

We used to fill them full of anti-psychotics and sit them in corner
Increasingly now they roam free
Sometimes mystifying and inspiring, sometimes annoying and repetitive
Sometimes even dangerous to themselves or others
But they definitely make the world a more interesting place