Posts Tagged ‘suburbia’

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Hidden heart erupts pulse flowers like dust-motes through air

Inner brain imagines mandalas

Plastic fractal rainbow images crystallize my mental skate-park

Unicorn day-dream deadly fantasias, hooligan holograms

Central hallucinations pulsating in infinite variety

Mad ravings by voices which echo incongruously

Suicidal strivings against concrete conformity

Schizoid simperings in the marrow of suburbia

Cracked actions in a bubble of sedition

Mutating madrigals which burble in tune

To the beat of the cosmos, galaxies and stars

Dreaming of vast swaying fields of marijuana

Drunk on delusions and midnight madness

Dying while hermit crabs crackle against rocks

Dying overcome by poisonous paranoia

Dying within while the world rages without

 

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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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Conform, conform, conform

Get your tedious thoughts from commercial television

Here’s a current-affair-today-tonight thought for you

You are a human dildo with a vestigial brain

Get your tedious dreams from advertisements and internet

Holiday in Bali

Get hypnotized by a smart phone

Buy something quickly before your brain seizes up

Consume, consume, consume

‘Oh my God,’ it’s a new bathroom

Watch the football and worship identikit musclebound dick-wads

Dockers or Eagles

All feebleminded macho dominant rapist assholes

In your brick boxes infecting like chicken pox all over the blackfella’s land

An infestation of suburban mediocrity

Exponentially multiplying identikit upwardly-mobile photo-shop families of chock full of morons

Fuck your suburban dreams and shopping-centre schemes

Fuck your football frenzies and capitalist ass-play

Fuck your home improvement and celebrity bingo bullshit

Fuck your ‘say no to drugs’ and two standard drinks

Fuck your Anzac day worship of war

Fuck your Team Australia and Islamophobia

Fuck your Tony Abbot and terrorism paranoia

Fuck your casual racism and sexism

Fuck your drunken wife-beating and misogyny

Fuck your brand new ute and crappy corporate rock

Fuck your amateur-Australia-day-drunks and mediocre fire-works

Please try to have an original thought in your head

Just one

Just once

It would be such a shock to the whole stupid system

Suburbia

Posted: December 12, 2014 in poetry
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Down the identikit suburban streets, looking in the gardens for thistles for my piggies
Bitumen road sliding out into the horizon
How many families in interchangeable brick boxes
Putting food on the table
Paying the bills
Uttering clichés to try to fill the time
Human tape-recorders spewing mundanities
Hypnotised and cauterized by mobile phones and television
Conforming, conforming, conforming
Caring for sticky faced children
Outcome of man and woman enveloping each other for a sweaty moment
Consuming, procreating and dying more every second
Just like the people in the next house
And the house after that
And I should really love all these people
Like Jesus
But it’s not easy

I walk alone
Smoking white ox
Stoned but not stoned enough
Eyeing women who pass me by
With shameful furtive glances
Ocular photographs shuffled off to the wank bank
Never look for long
That’s the secret
Am I sexist?
Am I a sex criminal?
Am I the patriarchy?
I ache for a good woman like a junkie for a shot

This is what Burroughs called the old talking asshole routine
I am the talking asshole