bearhat
Profile
- 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.
Art
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…
