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Beware the ice that moves.
Soul-stained people rise from the dark tunnels, / pulling trains apart with their molars. / They grind their gums against the rotten wheel…
The Sydney Notes: Saga of a Desperate Southern Ge…
I read the words found in the eyes of social miscreants, alcoholics, dopefiends and broken people – the story I have written is a fre…
I remember when nobody / said those words to me / they fell from a grown height / like velvet from fresh antlers / two words three tears / …
Deer antlers rattle to a fever-pitch crescendo / like the prison bars in a debauched asylum / or the teeth of a bleeding child. / Felled li…
Rolling lies of Bedrock.
We moved out from the heated alleyway and porn dripped red hot from her nostrils; I lowered my head like a bull before charging as she fond…
As I drag my heroin filled feet across the French-laced gravel / the different drugs and the bones and the pieces of millennium-old stone s…
The ancient fires returned with mystic timing, / Some blazed and raced over the land, / Some lazed around dazed plants intertwining hot l…
Dreaming of a racing flashback.
It was not my choice / to leave the car quickly / hot and heavy with brake-light fury / it bubbled, popped and groaned / as if it was not r…
I have sparked life into four bladed beasts / I have let them slip and glide from West to East / I have controlled them with dominance from…
The past three years / I have felt more like a satin-laced failed comedian / than a pure poet. / Yet I still feel / satisfied with my crea…
Letter from a Freak
…each heartbeat pulsates through this cigarette in my lips. / I am the council. / And isn’t it weird when you lay your head dow…
I Will Tell All
The sudden rush of gold-lipped lickers on sickening twisted gut-punching benders / howl-tripping through lit-wicked so fickle and slick mon…
Locked no more.
I take off my watch as the children call for guides to tell the time. / But I have not ever, / not ever, / not ever felt the fucking feel…
The Dark Enchanterie.
…and what have I learnt? / I’ll try to maintain focus here… It’s not easy, I miss you so much… and these mosquitoes (that hover…
O Rodeo Clown
cold grass on your lips / o rodeo clown / fire bird opals eating plump flowers / rum laced fibers drowning your gruff hairs / o rodeo clown…
The Beginning of the End.
Final night is dawning, / and high upon a golden horse rides heaven’s Hope. / A man challenged by all humanity, / yet brimming with v…
My eyes open up to my soul / and within my eternity / are realms of dreaming / and castles of thought…
This electric parrot dazzles eclectically on my passion-peak. / Warbling incessantly between faith and philosophy, / flapping opalescent wi…
I want to make you feel nasty. Down right down and out and dawn light will drown the scars out. Boy scout medical paranoia will take your t…
The Next Wkend
Whenever I smoke / like a train / or a public schoolboy / I cannot stop thinking / that I should shove a fire-hose / down my throat / and t…
The Birth of a New Day.
Like raindrops reverberating around a room, / eager energy perforates any mind. / Embellished by cheerfully kind emotions, / yet yielding …
I drop acid.
When it Rains.
“Dad, how are raindrops made?” Was the question. / Above the birds, the trees, the clouds, the atmosphere, our world, and the u…
Darling (please stop dragging my almost defeated …
And you’re in denial / demanding me to cross the Nile. / When you wouldn’t even return, / to share the room in which I yearn…
It’s that time of night again when wind whistles through the trees’ leaves. My mind relinquishes it’s hold and I begin to…
A Poet’s Gospel.
When alone for long periods of time my dark subconscious bubbles up out of a neuron-filled pool of brain-glue. It consumes my consciousnes…
Thieving sounds: The Great Violectrics.
Man every door closes upon the soul-body / and before everybody / I RENOUNCE the sins I feel within – but doors still close –…
So I’m not very good at making sense, / and people tell me, hark listen! Hence, / I’m going to go off the pretense, / that yo…
The way we think.
Feeling inspired we sit down and write, / feeling over-tired we stay up all night. / Feeling crucified we appropriate hate, / feeling inten…
Saints and Sinners
When laughter dies / and humour resigns, / then humanity will realise / its flawed design.
A creative writing, a short story, a poem.
Count the Count Dracular, / ‘art grammatica’, / ‘orgasmic oracular’, / seducing and sucking, / stacking and fuckin…
…and it creeps up like sleep, / deep dark and discrete. / Laying near your feet / silently sucking away the heat.
Inside of Insanity Lies Sanity.
The only pied piper who lived / was the one who told no tales / and spoke only to those who wouldn’t listen. / He’s the crazy o…
Wounded before leaving the womb, / surrounded in sects of notoriety, / gleefully pitching their forks into your body, / as bones are roaste…
Push me. / Push me. / Push me. / I’ll take the fall. / Harder, faster, / try to drop me. / The harder I fall, / the higher I fly. / …
I blame unnatural rhythm and / I so often box throughout the night with my own disbelief, / I do.
Scribbling Desires Pt. 2
Slowly I waited for you, / cruising through life a little bruised, / ruefully I lost myself in your life. / Insight into my own drew strife…
Just as I thought I had seen it all
Some Times Inside
Inside this eye of glass / I glass the I.D. / Identifying the innards / Of what I / Is / (twisted truth and quivering apprehension) / The…
The DeLorean Conspiracy
We cannot undo time.
Waiting for the Sun.
For too long I have been burdened with contrition, / and the deletion of all that is horrible within me will aid my vision,
I see eternal temporality. / I’d like to intertwine a line every so often with a nice metaphor. Like the rose buds and the thorns; th…
Bismarck Hugo: One
Nail biting is the oldest form of procrastination. / It is also a damn good indication of anxiety. / It was nine o’clock on a Saturd…
I grew Salvia in my garden until it took over my …
Like a ventriloquist with a gun you’ll never know that it was me all along.
I’ve always been told I’m the kid who’s done nothing. / Yet nobody apart from myself has ever grasped that this descripti…
Diamond eyes in the night, / this veiled sight of smoke and mirrors, / this apartheid domination of people running the fucking rat race / l…
I’m bitter and mean. / Going to make you moan and scream.
An Ode to Poe.
The family is sleeping, so I creep through the house – quickly flicking on a switch to turn the tap on and wash my hands. Off it goes…
My face feels like a hot panel that a used-car-salesman might ply his trade from. / I would try to listen along to these words but I never …
I did it. I said the speech. I removed the cloak which hid my vulnerability. I tested my metal in the fire and it survived. Yet not only di…
And it’s happening again. It’s the here and the now and the future all at once. It’s the disgust and the apprehensive mom…
Bark along your solitary fence. / Scare away the neighbours. / Dig down deeper at the dents / which seem to hold a favourable flavour / of…
Vomit & Tears
Yearning for some respect / and the baseline commodity, / between fits of glory / and ill repose, / I glimpsed reckless defiance in his gau…
Running up that hill.
Running from the devil. / Seeing woodland sprites burnt up in dark desires, corrupted from the inside out they exploded like a morning star…
Mundane tasks provide many rational reasons as to why we should abstain from such mindlessness.
Short Saga of an Almost Lost Journey: A desperate…
In very distant lands untouched by modern bullshit – a tribe of beautiful and intelligent people re-create the utopia of days gone by…
We are all fans. Building and building and building up our idols but in doing so we are forgetting about our own foundations. Loneliness is…
The Masculine Identity.
Defeat you with a twist, / prescribe death with a wrist / snap to the neck. You enlist / in a death wish waiting, / whilst old men persist …
We the Chief
…Legs a-buzz with hidden lightning / sometimes I am a submersible broken, / totally just a little frightening. / But I know that̵…
Bismarck Hugo: Three
You know you are old when you get jealous of your nails. / The jealousy is born from the realization that these useless plates of keratin …
Smoking is a very interesting thing. / At times it can be beautiful, at times it can be repugnant. / I never knew what Bert’s true …
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