Demons

What do yours look like?  I see them talking to mine Laughing heartily at us Patting each other’s backs Glancing sideways to watch  As we rally against them. I wonder do they sense it? Our fear and desolation. This game they play  Is it all for pleasure ? Or do we shame them,  When we…

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I have recently returned to the comfortable and sickeningly easy life I have in Melbourne, Australia, from Palembang, Indonesia. I am slightly shell shocked by the experience, slightly poisoned by the smoke haze, completely frazzled by the stimulation, and quietly reflective as the days pass and memories move further into the past. I had the…

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Back to me

I saw her lips And reached out  To trace them But I couldn’t  Stretch that far: It was just  Imagination, Not like I could Kiss them, Here, in real time. I closed my eyes To feel her Firm hands Tracing me Reaching mine. And she was  Dreamt right Back to me.

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Of wide closed spaces

We own it,  Declared boldly, With words like Beauty, Rich,  And just on medium Rare. The scent of Eucalyptus. Songs about lands, and dances. It’s ours, we say Protect. Control.  Don’t let them in. That’s us right here,  That’s you over there. And we ain’t got room In these wide open spaces,  To possibly spare.

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the narcissistic death Fantasy 

What insecurity has catapulted me: Past this, to this endless ‘that’? From there, to how’s my hair? And did you see me travel past ? You know that I flew business class! And do you see me run so fast?  I was the best, the most, the first – Neither blessed but cursed: And you,…

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Darwin Sunset

You are a Darwin sunset You draw me in with The sound of your chatter The smell of your sea Your cheap wine caresses And plastic plates Grate against me And yet – That orb on the horizon Red red orange Gracefully, quietly Slipping underneath The oceans doona Takes my breath away And makes me…

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Love

Hell or high  I fight:  Boxing ring,  Fourth round Knock out – Arm wrestle Turn in bed I breathe you I win lose  You lose  Tie break I serve An ace  And you  With grace Return it. 

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good Morning

Do your waking thoughts surprise you? Mine do. Like opening my eyes and thinking ‘metal’. Mental. Like wreckage or SARS, or vase Or do you pronounce it Vays?  Strange days. A daze. 

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I changed my profile 

I changed my profile pic for you to notice, but I don’t reckon you did They did tho, 27 likes and I am smiling bright, you’re a dog and I’m a kid And I’m running down the hill, to you, and crowds are cheering.

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Digital Negative

Originally posted on the Reinvented Poet:
In private spaces Are stacked high piles Of smiles On peoples faces That don’t make sense In past or present Tense Intense denial Of vile penetration Subserving perversion Distorting proportion Digital negatives Of how I see me But cannot be. In private spaces are stacked high piles of smiles…

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Is there a limit?

i seem to have run out of things to say about Street Art in Fitzroy. Have we ridden that wave to its natural sand sodden end? Will we need to wait for the next seven big ones, tread water and blow salty snot out of our stinging nostrils? Enough metaphor. Pictures. 

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Digital Negative

In private spaces Are stacked high piles Of smiles On peoples faces That don’t make sense In past or present Tense Intense denial Of vile penetration Subserving perversion Distorting proportion Digital negatives Of how I see me But cannot be. .

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