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…
Digital Negative
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 […]
Soft
Soft lips, soft glow, soft porn Soft base and shy embrace And all that you can taste Is butter and sweet corn There’s salt on your lips And grease on your face […]
Dementia – a haiku
Originally posted on Moira Neagle's Word Addiction:
Glazed eyes, head curled – blank Aching for just one response, I feed my mother
on my hands
So much of it, I’m told, That’s what sober does – gives it back. I’m looking left and right The years, all of them I can’t find any Well I guess It’s […]
Dear Self and Other
Dear Self and Other I was a little surprised when you (I) actually voiced that you (we) would do this Dry July thing. Having witnessed failure at every previous attempt I assumed […]
give me a title
I have taken a lot of photos around Fitzroy, since I began this blogging caper. Before Flash I was just someone walking the dog, discovering my phone camera (Nokia N73) and getting […]
(fr)agile + oversion – emergence
Originally posted on the Reinvented Poet:
I had a thought today that writing is like staring at 3D paintings. You see nothing and then once you have loosened up an image becomes…
Who is that?
Once you know you have food, shelter and a fair chance of not being shot at by militants (either voted in or not) you have the luxury to climb further up Maslow’s […]
You Fucking Widget
It is no mistake that widget rhymes with idjut. This morning I meandered through my usual ridiculous and unrelated thread of impulses that dictate how my Saturday morning begins. I wondered what […]
builder wanted. or not.
Doubtful
This is torture that it is
This doubtful state –
Bliss-less, listles
I saw your existence
I just saw your face – in an airport lounge Or rather, your features expressed on a stranger At least in side profile anyway – For three […]
The Here and Now
I just read an author with a voice so familiar I thought I might have written that prose myself. Then he used gaps of demarcation and I was envious of his […]
Like Candy for Cherry Blossum
They approach trends the achingly polite way they would any transaction, with norms and custom. It seems that this is how it is possible to fetishise America without breaking tradition. Sweet rebellion, […]
Homogenous Hegemony
where you can go and have that authentic experience I walk by vietnamese street food sold in stores made of plywood props referencing hawkers markets in our commercial ‘precincts’ competing for my […]
1984
waiting for a bus for half an hour warm water from a rubber hose an engaged signal sunburn lighting fireworks legally smoking on a plane a television dial radio buying ciggies with […]
I love you more than fish
Hard to title this one. It goes out to people who have had a brain injury. Mark Wearne, this is his quote.He had an aneurysm age 40. I was on the toilet […]
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