Posts Tagged ‘white’

out-of-the-web

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

vibration

Vibration, a moment, a thought

Just like salvation inflation through brine

The pleasures of dreaming insane

Embrace me like cobwebs and wire

But I break through

With pictures of you

Tucked into the ass pocket of my jeans

For I am birthed in a madrigal multiverse

Expelled by a vibrating psychedelic gibbon

Transcending dimensions

Monsterous energy

Marvellous fractal radiance

Sending me into paroxysms of joy

With his waves of optimism

And pantomime enthusiasm

To burst the bubble of consequence

And dance freely in a garden of nude women

Like a flame dancing through air

Or a leaf buffeted on a breeze

Or a most immaculate hit of thai white

ice-smoking

Empty light-bulb
Diamond blast clarity
Sky-rocketing head-rush
Crystal frenzy
Thick white smoke
Inhale
Exhale
Inhale
Exhale

Soaring forehead to sky white bliss
Angels kiss my beard above the clouds
Googly eyes popping
Feeling funky like a monkey
Feeling fried brain tai-dyed
Towering ego over clouds
Impervious to sleep
Impervious to hunger
Churning jaw
Too much fun
So against the law

dirtyroom

Sometimes I feel like I’m living in a squat
A homes-westy kind of festering junkie den of dankness
When there’s crap all over the floor and dirty plates creating no stepping zones
The coffee table hasn’t been cleaned in months has black impasto layers of dirt
Just missing a couple of skanky junkie prostitutes nodding off in the corner
Now that would be cool

My sheets have a substantial amount of sand, dirt and guinea pig poo on them
Fortunately they’re black
I can never keep the doona cover on, so the doona is a dirty white slug on my bed
There are empty cigarette butts on the floor as I have been raiding my butt collection
It’s a miracle I get out of the place looking clean and moderately respectable sometimes
The wonders of showers and deodorant I guess

I wonder if I’d clean up my act for a good woman
Perhaps- anything is possible though not probable
I do kind of love my filth
I revel in many forms of corruption and depravity
So do the guinea pigs
They are piggies like me

penguin

Flesh eating song-bird stabbing penguins with it’s beak
Penguin flesh rolls down it’s gullet
And blood, blood for the vampire birdie
Foaming flesh and penguin blood
Feeding, feeding saps their strength
These black and white waddling piles of meat
Strangely formal ridiculous gentlemen
They bleed into the dirt
Nature’s armpit
Hellish Island

Oh little birdie
Nature’s armpit
Rotten, wild flesh frenzy
Small brown bird with a taste for blood
Its maddening penguin feast will never end
Strong from meat and hungry always hungry
Carnivore songbird tweets meat dreams
In the hooligan night

Indoctrination

Posted: February 1, 2015 in poetry
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From when boys are very young
We’re told by our peers and our parents and the media soaked culture:
Don’t be a girl
Don’t be like them
And we don’t know how wonderful a girl is.
Who wouldn’t want to be like that?
And when we’re older the macho men ask us as they pin us to the wall:
Are you a fag?
Hey fag, is that your boyfriend?
You fucking loser!
Soft cock!
Geek!
Freak!
Weirdo!
Wimp!
You’re letting the team down by not being a real man.
Well are you a man?
Are you?
Do you want to feel nothing but anger and hate for anyone different to you?
Do you want to use violence and the threat of violence to solve all your problems?
Do you want to learn to fight and play football?
Toxic masculinity
Stupid women dig it
Be a badass mother-fucker
People will respect you
Be one of the boys
And the pack of dominant males won’t beat you up so much
Perhaps they’ll even accept you
As an offering on the altar of suburban sentiment
Whatever you do, don’t cry
Don’t think too much and never reveal your emotions
You won’t have to be afraid
You won’t be like a girl
You won’t be like a woman
You won’t be like a blackfella
You won’t be like a gay person
People will take you seriously
Your bullshit matters
Because you’re a straight white man
And everyone else can go fuck themselves