bearhat

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bearhat
Name
bearhat 
City
Daw Park
Country
Australia
Joined
Mar 2007

Spindle I am. Spindle I be. In the cogs of mediocrity. An insignificant sprocket in the belching machinery. I be. My days at the coal face are lost to me.

But at night…

I am transformed. I churn. I burn. I write. I am else.

I am a peace-pipe being smoked by purple dogs in the river of sin.

Nightly this calumet of catastrophic metamorphic wordism tap-taps his type to tell his tales, to scatter his stories out into the ether.

Shoveller of words, shifter of prose and sculptor of sentence and syntax I be.

I jest and I jape, I weep in my cape, and rattle through six cups of tea. Nightly.

night-night.

Journal Entries

meat boy

Posted about 1 month ago.

band names

Posted about 1 month ago, 3 comments so far.

whiskey a-go-go

Posted about 1 month ago, 7 comments so far.

nashville

Posted 2 months ago, 5 comments so far.

writing from the inside out

Posted 2 months ago, 2 comments so far.

the clipsal 500 pisses me

Posted 2 months ago, 3 comments so far.

the haiku has moved

Posted 3 months ago.

Alice's Blues (A Character Development Exercise)

Posted 5 months ago, 1 comment so far.

wrecked

Posted 5 months ago.

blues cures blues

Posted 5 months ago, 3 comments so far.

Writings

the haiku marathon (part 5)

ice wind off the sea / winter scratches its long claws / down my shirtless back

the haiku marathon (part 4)

beneath this cold hill / we are but bones, while above / the flowers grow still he drowns in a pond / choked with weeds and wild rushes / the ducks find him there

the haiku marathon (part 3)

River of noise roars / The night is punctuated / With backfiring cars ——- slinking home at dark / unnoticed by satellites / cat scratched my shadow

shoebox scraps #2

let me emboss this surface with my troubled psyche, / scrawl my mind upon these pages with my chew-tipped pen, / etch paper with ink.

shoebox scraps #1

Bad Baby cut my marionette strings loose and I fell into the sky.

crime scene

when you washed your hands / you left grease marks in the soap again / and murky suds around the basin rim. / the splattered water drops on the vanity mirror / mark your tendency to turn the taps on h…

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