First crack at broken

Delivered hard, In short words, And long pauses. To my surprise She’s caught me: Full headlights Frayed rope Doe eyes and Misplaced passion. A photogenic instant, Outside of any comfort: My abandoned hope A heated cattle prong A silent fear, this swan song. That I think will end me. I want to hear ‘I love…

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Whether

Like mildew on leather I was musty with trust That antecedent Precursive verse – Of the unknown: We laughed, I was laughing Weathering busty stances A rocking horse A silhouette The shadows danced As shadows do Must settling Trust too Like angel dust On every surface.

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Unsated

A construct of exchange is in my pocket They say it burns a hole and so it seems It scorches the landscape of my fingers And as I deftly touch count the amount Of loose change I have for an ‘avo’ on toast’ I come across a scene you couldn’t dream of. And I realise…

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Six Pack

A six pack of Canadians On the side of the road One can out and open He gently lays it down And straightens to walk With an uneasy swagger His tobacco red fingers On tobacco grey beard And on his face anger I grudgingly approach And our eyes meet So I nod and he smiles…

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Gluons in a Car Park

Your hand outstretched against my breast as we brake too fast: My fist clenches just the way you hate it- As I stare at the approaching distance. ‘Don’t do that’ you ask, so my grasp loosens. I shift gaze and lean into you as best I can, To tell you about gluons mediating forces between…

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Southern Expressway

I drive under Sugar Bush road Blasting songs of the unrequited And passing by the Honey Pot I flick through Spotify until  Doe Paoro sounds about right –  her pulse of rhythmic bass/  love lyrics tethering me to this place that sounds  of waves and smells of salt and dust  and tastes of long nights and…

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Think of You

I’m a Tanita Tikarim song Her dulcet sadness  Haunting me And in my head I sing along “I think of you”: And as I breath – I think of you, And if I walk – I think of you, I’ll fake a smile – and think of you, Or fall asleep – still dream of…

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Autoreply

The final 70 metres, The track straight Duty free imagery Teasing me I look at her: Three days Three dozen hours Finish line: Auto reply – Leaving  

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Ah Margaret…#facepalmemoji

Trust a bigot to get me writing again. Hi, how have you been? So Margaret Court, hey? What the fuck???? I have to say, this is not going to be a rant of outrage, I actually feel sorry for her. First, she thinks her ‘frequent flying’ haul has some kind of pull and will cause…

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What time does

It passes,  It promises, It gives rise to – And rules it all out. It bastardises the truth, And resets all the rules, It plays havoc with hearts, Messes with our minds, And wreaks of the inevitable: Until so relentless is it’s rhythm  That we all fall in line behind it.

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Men with beards and the women who love them

The menu read all smashed, all Super Salad with Acai. The coffee was a sour roast, the type of inhouse shit I hate. The men were bearded, staff and customers.  They postured and peacocked against well placed mirrors –  Those wall lengthers, adjacent to the stools with no footing.  The stools people try for a…

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