Rotten World

art by jackson pollock

 

 

Curse this rotten world

Of loneliness and pain

Life just life still going on

Suffering starts again

Curse this useless life

This cancerous callous maze

Forever lost bearing the cost

Of endless bad decisions

Curse this talk of hate

Rage and rushing poison

Life like a barbed wire caresses

Death like a sensuous kiss

Curse this rotten world

A frenzy of delusion

Let all things rot inside themselves

To perfect their confusion

Curse this rotten earth

Like a harlot giving birth

Curse the threat of danger

And the fist in the face

Facebook Friend Request

Facebook friend requests from robot women

Delete request, this is not an active profile

There is nothing profound about my lifestyle

Overcome by Trump tweets and dead meat daydreams

Overwhelmed by tortuous thoughts

Tangled up in monitoring breath for peace

Tortured by paranoid delusions of greatness

Tormented by Malcom Turnbull’s hopeless tissue-thin government

Tempted by tugging to lesbian porn

Don’t bow down submissively

Don’t surrender to fear

Don’t let the effort faze you

Don’t leave me hanging in cold moonlight

Don’t dance like a dildo in sensual twilight

Born blessed by an agnostic God

Born crazy-silly in a serious world

Delusions

Take my delusions
Draw your eyes black
Sentient profusion
Addled with smack
Manifesting confusion
Having a crack
Keep me exposed
Squaring the end
Nobody knows
You are my friend
All the world glows
Now on the mend

Hey Ginsberg

Hey Ginsberg
Imagine if you came to Perth Poetry Club
Would you eye the pretty boys?
Would you hit on SPM?
Give one of your prophetic gnostic readings
Play your harmonium for us and do Father Death and the Ballad of the Skeletons
Have a joint with the boys out the back of the Salvation Army building?
Great teacher, Boddhisatva, beat progenitor
Sometimes I think of you hanging out with Kerouac, Burroughs and Cassady
Digging sky-flecked psychosexual kicks
Drinking red wine and pretending to be a bum
When the world seemed like a wild trip of jazz-flavoured psychedelia
And you made it beautiful

Asshole

You were the one with your brain of bone
You lie and you lie like a corpse in the grave
You steal and you cheat
Drugged-up delinquent
Haphazard hooligan
ADHD criminal
Don’t crunch my gonads
Don’t pollute my peace with your perversion
Don’t steal my shit, fuckwit
Look at yourself
Peak out of your poison mind like a craven turtle
Look at all the bad karma you generate
Do these words penetrate your alcoholic confusion
Enough to perforate your sump pump soul?
Don’t steal my piggies
Don’t beat me
Don’t pick on me
You in your dirty shot world with your perverted entitled personality
And victim mentality
With your tedious anecdotes of violence and oppression
Fuck you and your collection of dirty fits
Fuck you and your drug induced bionic paranoia
Fuck you and your painful polka-dot hallucinations
Fuck you and your endless addictive attitudes
Fuck you and your Jim Beam T-shirt and boganesque enthusiasms
You and your facebook friends can fuck off
Fuck you very much

Beauty

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

Biding my time

Biding my time
Thinking of drinking women like wine
Realizing it might kill me
But what a way to go
Going fast then slow
Immersed in breasts and thighs and kisses
Throbbing in the flesh-light of their beauty

Biding my time
Thinking of utter dissolution
As the real solution
To what to do to truly be
Drugs are all that I can see
To alter pilgrim minds
And leave the world behind

Biding my time
Examining my last breath
Meditating on death
As the merry-go-round turns
And tortured horses charge in circles
When will it end?
When will it end?

Skye

Wonders, wonders world of weirdness
And now she’s gone
No more crow-screech of ‘cunts’
No more fear in her eyes when she reimagines her domestic violence history
No more clean floors and done dishes
No more laundry day every day
No more good company
No more court dates
No more wondering if she really loves him
No more good advice
So quiet
No fun

Deep down below

Deep down below
Beneath six feet of loam
Bone on bone on bone
Down with the worms

And midnight’s creatures
Oozing through soil
Ancient stasis of bone on bone
Waiting, waiting, waiting alone

For the holy breath of God
To enliven bone as hard as stone
That holy sacred God-soaked wind
That renders dead bones alive again

Sewing flesh, pumping marrow
Wiping every tear of sorrow
And when this flesh is raised to life
Blood hurtles through new veins

And shadows loom across the plains
Of every man and woman born
Who suffered in a wild world