Posts Tagged ‘poem’

 

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Dodgy poems for dodgy times
A rotten orifice oozing slime
Freaking out the normal people
With socially awkward ramblings
Saying the wrong thing
Without even knowing it
Is difficult like a knot of barbed wire
To make a connection
Even if you mean well
Just being friendly
Mistaken verbal bumbling
Losing your interlocutor’s attention
Trying to break solitude
With connection

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Captain Conehead has balls of brass

Captain Conehead has an iron plated ass

Captain Conehead says pull that cone

Captain Conehead has a huge bone

Captain Conehead says skoll that beer

Captain Conehead isn’t queer

Captain Conehead will kick your ass

Captain Conehead will smoke your grass

Captain Conehead writes dodgy poems

Captain Conehead sees underpants gnomes

Captain Conehead takes lots of drugs

Captain Conehead buys them from bullies and thugs

Captain Conehead is single and free

Captain Conehead drops LSD

Captain Conehead is a psychedelic freak

Captain Conehead is strong not weak

 

ginsy

Atavistic, anachronistic, ararchistic
Freedom
Under infinite blue skies
But maggots crawl
And I have itchy balls
So it’s hard to get enthusiastic
About the endless days of smoky haze
Puff, puff, puff
Clouds like cotton streaking the sky
I’m feeling high
My brain is tie-dyed
Can’t seem to arrange my shit
Even a little bit
Mental malfunction
Broken gears
Stuffed sprockets
I’ve got the fear
Ginsberg heard Blake read
Sunflower
Saw soaring towers over profound vistas
Hallucinatory sunlight
Irradiating poppy fields
But wait there’s more
Crystal lakes
Subtle ambience
Heavenly angels disguised as heavenly angels
Bodily metamorphosis into a being of light
Stars blend and merge into fractal metapatterns
Gentle breeze
Feeling at ease

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Just to impress you I rolled a whole stick into a doobie and lit it up
Just to impress you I drank ten pints of Guinness
Just to impress you I sculled a bottle of Wild Turkey
Just to impress you I vomited and fell off my chair

Just to impress you I smoked a gram of crystal meth
Just to impress you I stayed up for five days
Just to impress you I shot up fifty bucks worth of smack
Just to impress you I nodded off in the corner in a house full of junkies

Just to impress you I penetrated the clouds with my breath and enervated the stars with my glare
Just to impress you I transmogrified into a Wookie and howled at the moon
Just to impress you I drank the Nile river and shat out a solid gold ingot
Just to impress you I lost 40 kilos by chopping off my legs

Just to impress you I broke wind in the moonlight and set it on fire
Just to impress you I consecrated a toad as pope while wearing a tutu
Just to impress you I swam to the bottom of the ocean and found you a giant pearl
Just to impress you I declared war on New Zealand and dropped my trousers to the Queen

Just to impress you I fought a tiger to the death and feasted on it’s flesh
Just to impress you I beat my meat to Blake’s quatrains and gibbered like a gibbon
Just to impress you I journeyed to the land of the monkey king and brought back seven gnostic scriptures
But you said ‘I’m not impressed and I’m never going to have sex with you’

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O raven-headed woman
Spend a little time with me
O raven-headed woman
Take my hugs and love for free

O raven- headed woman
Heavenly breasts ripe flesh pillows
Thighs of secret lusciousness
You have hacked me to the marrow

O raven-headed woman
Like a shot of smack your kiss
Quick of mind and warm of heart
Show me passion, show me bliss

O raven-headed woman
Heaven knows you’re intricate
I long to die between your thighs
So succulent and delicate

courtney-love-empire-fox
Baby-doll white frock:
Pretty kiss woman with a badass voice.
Pink Fender Strat slung low,
Sixteen hole doc-martin boots with pink laces,
Smudged blood-red lipstick,
Platinum blonde mess of harridan hair,
Eye bruises of purple mascara,
Silver glitter eye-lids.
Howling against patriarchy like a siren
Smashing capitalism,
Convulsing rock and roll’s collective unconscious.
She shouts into the microphone:
‘You fuckers love me!’
Goddess of a grunge explosion:
In her lips, revolution!
Between her hips, revolution!
In her kiss, revolution!
When she sings, revolution!
Bringing down haters and creepers.
What have they done to her?
Broken her to pieces like an abused doll?
Made her bleed for corporations?
Objectified and commodified her?
Say she killed Kurt.

Hey Courtney!
Can you always hit those big veins,
When you get into the powders?
Is your body a source of pain?
Are you a victim of rape culture?
Holy woman churning with punk rock attitude-
Not sure if I want to fuck you or be your best friend,
Or both.
Just to be close,
Just to be in your scene,
Would be enough.

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Lara Bingle
Swimsuit princess
Reality show queen
Lara Bingle
Cricketer boyfriend
Perfect Tan
Cool scene
Lara Bingle
Topless photos
Walking on a beach
Lara Bingle
Juicy nipples
Porcelain ripples
Comfort breasts
Lara Bingle
Actor boyfriend
Avatar
And nipple clamps
Lara Bingle
Talk to me
Of plastic porn
Ubiquity
Lara Bingle
Are you single?
Cellophane celebrity.
Lara Bingle
Come, let’s mingle
Let’s go score some Ecstasy.

The Spirit

Posted: June 1, 2014 in poetry
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I am the spirit of these death-wish times,
I am the ferry in slow motion journeys across consciousness,
I am lightning and fear of ducks,
I am the ionosphere of longing.
All who have ears, let them hear:
I am the crux of vain suspension of disbelief,
A vein in the tattooed neck of inscrutability,
I watch while you carry out your schemes and laugh at your failures.
I am there if you win or lose and I am transparent with satisfaction in the hooligan night.
I am there when you are shaking with loneliness in an empty room,
I watch while you drink to colourise your soul,
And I watch while you sleep.

Devils

Posted: May 7, 2014 in poetry
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Demons
I wandered to an ancient cave in a mountain on a plain,
Around the cave entrance were Aramaic inscriptions, warnings of doom.
Within were creatures with fangs and eyes in no rational proportion,
Uneven face ratios asymmetrical and strange,
Wriggling over each other like maggots in pus,
With tongues and lips grotesque and mangled protrusions of flesh for no purpose besides the bearing of a horn,
And assholes sucking and blowing filth covering them like pustules.
The noise they make is unspeakable,
A howling growling hullabaloo,
And the stench is unbearable from the writhing wriggling expulsions of filth.
Hiding in a forgotten corner of the world, vanishing in an instant to lurk in the hearts of the innocent,
Each one is a blackening the warp and weft of the web of reality.
Their names are many and they serve one master with an awful creed.
They whisper hate and madness into the soul of the unsuspecting sinner.
The ruler of this world of suffering and sorrow,
Knows each one by name for they are his creatures.
But the darkness will not devour the light,
For there is a saviour truer than law, brighter than sunlight, aching with love,
He will redeem us from their power.

Zombie

Posted: April 25, 2014 in poetry
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Immortality beckons with a skeletal finger curling into a hook,
A poison shroud descends like mist and drifts softly into place,
I cannot breathe but I know I will not die,
And everything around me decays as if sped towards doom in a satanic carriage, racing towards a fractal abyss.
The candle burns at twice the rate,
The pot plants atrophy into dead wood,
The furniture disintegrates,
The dust crumbles into finer dust.
Here, tangled in spider-webs ,I wait for the maw of melancholy.
Fear it’s howl, know it’s taste.
It will suck me into black nothing through the stench of putrefaction,
And funnels out my marrow through pursed dead lips with the kiss of decay,
To drown me in cadavers and fill my mouth with dust,
Until I arise a servant of all that is unholy and unchaste,
Covered in decomposing flesh and longing to feast on the brains of the innocent.