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Music for spaces that / don’t exist any more / Music for places that / will always exist / Music for faces that / you would have once kissed / Music for spaces that
We settle for woman made metal womb hands / searching for god jesus christ / buddha casinodu baphomet. / Imagination squeezing out the finest possible details, / imagination squeezing out the finest …
There are a billion broken rooftops / with groaning eaves / chock full of gumtrees / with weird leaves the / colour of milo / and it is full moon / Thursday night / when i am having / my low / wal…
I smoothed myself out / on a curtain made from my / frenetic fretted bones / and I stomped the sheen from my eyes / until I was mushed in between the sickles / clamped down by the heavenly heaven we…
Smoky Corona Dam
your cigarette slap / your twisted kiss / the way that you want me to lick your broken fist / your brittle hair / your pulsing skin / all of this ends / but where did it begin? / Today I closed the e…
a taste of freedom
hiding emberred butts under tiny boulders and accidently burning beetles / Escaping on fresh tires / and drinking from whispered wine bottles / a taste of freedom / and bleeding from broken beetles /…
And with shaky legs / virgin arms / and eyesight glued to the sky / friend empties blank pad / heavy pen / and deep as ocean book / into the not so shallow eye of my mind / my arms / hands / fingers …
Pale blue hues disassembled by well tuned vision and so soon I found my life consumed and my lust for division incised into a well created immersion. / I found you in myself in the nether / in the ha…
I blame unnatural rhythm and / I so often box throughout the night with my own disbelief, / I do.
We the Chief
…Legs a-buzz with hidden lightning / sometimes I am a submersible broken, / totally just a little frightening. / But I know that’s a very real token / of life and experience / and of fig…
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 monsters from gurgling pockets suspended / from death-dug trees…
Remember when / remembering when / was not a / post-modernike consideration of / “how can I fit in tonight” / or any such / inconsiderate tokens of… (see post script) “whyR…
Venture Prism Profit, / And so V.I.P on the wall / and windows / and crushed roses on carpets and crushed widows in car-parks / and crushed men in dark forest and the way of war brought forth with a…
The ancient fires returned with mystic timing, / Some blazed and raced over the land, / Some lazed around dazed plants intertwining hot licks with green, brown, Red, / Furry, feathered, shelled and…
I remember when nobody / said those words to me / they fell from a grown height / like velvet from fresh antlers / two words three tears / and carnal voice of great hollow ship horn / echoing inside …
i admit / i woke up today / a bit of a twisted grump / in myself / bled that banal little lump / of difficult to pinpoint negativity / i tried shuffling things around my room / but in all honesty / i…
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 creations, / like my shadow audience, / I know not whether to la…
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 twist the ignition / When I am on the field / Randwick By the…
PublicHolidayPeople (or: boozing alone on a popular ...
Beneath two stories / in beach vicinity / I form affinity / with ethereal muse / with six beers / two cigarettes / & one ego / I write songs / urging the waves onward / Amid growling motorbikes /…
The night I met God
It came on like a horizontal typhoon of immortal brilliance / he took me on an escape from my very temporal life / to show me what ebbs and flows beyond the stars / & I say ‘he’ for h…
Vomit & Tears
Yearning for some respect / and the baseline commodity, / between fits of glory / and ill repose, / I glimpsed reckless defiance in his gaudy eyes. / He limped casually, with a certain swag, through …
Gnats Do Figure 8's As The World Quakes
I remember I belted out a loud growl as the moon slipped and the earth lifted and full moon bloomed like a demonic bell – around the world the screams linger and the moans tingle and my throat …
Hemingway’s final spelling mistake was not that the gun is primed but the gun is lo-dead.
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 drink / Drunk / Became a stone / Broken open on a broken ho…
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 North to South / I have lived my life out. / For my county …
Natty Son Discussion
My crown be weaved from fleshy purple vines / I feel like a kingdom come / the rain be soak’d long into this earth / and my fingers grasp the sodden muse / I take what is mine / I slip and sli…
This Old Knight Goes Overboard Tonight
My heart / Is a permanent dole inquiry / My styrofoam cup / Could be a glistening crown / Worn by those / I once never knew / But these days / I am caught and trapped within my remembering / I am cau…
I see God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit looking at me with wet eyes at all times in this damned city. Freaky people dance by me – tiny girls flourishing in pink, purple and green tutus flutter by…
It was an eerie time of year / during the war-time days / when Kosovo was secretly / turning over state bound coal. / I was young and I needed to wear a wooden cross / to keep my weak back straight.…
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 ready to stop / it still wanted to go / but it had to rest …
A day in the life of Thorne Stockton.
I put Powderfinger on loud: Waiting for the Sun. Waohh-Waohh-Waohh-Waohh -breaking me away from that cliché grasp of sleep. I smacked the kettle on as I grabbed my towel and jammed into the shower. I…
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 are constantly being rejuvenated. / Why can’t my body…
Bismarck Hugo: Two
I picked at my nails. You know there was once this man who was called the poet of the nation, the poet of the people. And yet, he barely wrote poetry. And the poetry he did write was like rotten milk…
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 Saturday and the regular crowd were settling in. I am nowhere to b…
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 fondled with my horn. Our cares were like the brains of babies w…
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 feeling akin to spreading freedom. / Children constantly remind …
A Stygian Storm.
The summer storm thought out-a-loud / as the inward feelings of the people / were illuminated by lightning. / The ground was cooking under the heavy storm, / hail pounding down like the sins of a …
This electric parrot dazzles eclectically on my passion-peak. / Warbling incessantly between faith and philosophy, / flapping opalescent wings in the brutal September breeze. / Sanctifying the rumbli…
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 wheels / of our machinery and our existence. / No screams, / no…
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 sound like nine hundred and eleven rape victims screaming int…
The DeLorean Conspiracy
We cannot undo time.
Deer antlers rattle to a fever-pitch crescendo / like the prison bars in a debauched asylum / or the teeth of a bleeding child. / Felled like a wooden bird-brusher / you fall down the stairs of life …
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 – doors still close – your wine full, / filled to brim …
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 / curled around like love handles holding onto dreams / li…
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 down / and you can hear things. / Maybe it’s a cockroach …
The Sydney Notes: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentl...
I read the words found in the eyes of social miscreants, alcoholics, dopefiends and broken people – the story I have written is a frenetic search for meaning among the marginalised of society. …
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 vibrant love and forgiveness, / coming to release your painfu…
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 opinion was. / He was just doing his job when he told me to…
Wounded before leaving the womb, / surrounded in sects of notoriety, / gleefully pitching their forks into your body, / as bones are roasted in mellow gloom. / Tendons torn and thrown to the edges of…
Summer: Heat and the sound of flowers melting into sublime pheromones, / delequescing the hearts frozen below winter’s icy throne. / I found her thawing out in the refrigerator / and my heart …
New Berlin rises out of the ethereal mist, / like a giant with a satisfied grin, / bearing down upon those who held within / the truth of one thousand sins. / Hitler’s hand was raised in antici…
Short Saga of an Almost Lost Journey: A desperate ex...
In very distant lands untouched by modern bullshit – a tribe of beautiful and intelligent people re-create the utopia of days gone by. They run buffalo, masterfully nourish spirits and smoke my…
Darling (please stop dragging my almost defeated bod...
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… / I’m alone here, in this doomed room, / sprawled…
Day I. / I arrived yesterday and so today is my first day waking up here. And what a way to wake up it was. Far from the ideas and thoughts floating on beautiful, effervescent clouds, my waking up he…
When it Rains.
“Dad, how are raindrops made?” Was the question. / Above the birds, the trees, the clouds, the atmosphere, our world, and the universe, lies another place where the most beautiful, most p…
Diamond eyes in the night, / this veiled sight of smoke and mirrors, / this apartheid domination of people running the fucking rat race / laughing like a bitterly squeezed lemon, I spit verbal veroci…
Pace yourself on me, tiny little hipster in angel faced boots that glint like audi automobiles in the startling sunshine, / your bring to me something that hasn’t been seen here for many years…
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. / Because to my own I was nothing without you. / Because w…
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 moments of lust – when I wish I could be in moments of ut…
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 one in you all / and when he whispers the rats do crawl. / …
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 around like fallen angels in white gowns all year round) st…
The Diabolical Doubt.
I am just another hog on this ill-content highway. / Screaming for space and reaming for fucking fame. / Give it to me! / Give it to me! / Give it to me! / I need it, / now, / forever, / always…
Bark along your solitary fence. / Scare away the neighbours. / Dig down deeper at the dents / which seem to hold a favourable flavour / of blood and bone that was once alive here. / The garden of li…
The Birth of a New Day.
Like raindrops reverberating around a room, / eager energy perforates any mind. / Embellished by cheerfully kind emotions, / yet yielding to fiscally fiendish devotions. / Man’s material mind…
Yawning into the Night.
Cedars pulsated feebly, / wallowing into soppy goo / whilst the rest of this weakened world / burned, chilled, boiled and melted / in solemn trepidation. / The situation soon turned tepid / and mo…
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 and I slide on over to the door – I open it slowly bu…
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; the beauty comes with pain. / I’d like to find more with…
Simple Psalms on Dirty Cardboard.
Dirty cardboard. / Wet in the midnight rain / yet set in the down right pain. / The sufferance. / The grace. / The Arabic nuance. / It’s time to find the foetal light, / like poor petals falli…
My eyes open up to my soul / and within my eternity / are realms of dreaming / and castles of thought…
In White Rooms.
Deep, dirty tunes. / Acolytes dancing in fire light. / Sun fed, muse moons. / Enrich our world, reflected bright. / Steal time; stand still. / You dance until morning; bird shrills. / Motion to mov…
Like a thief, I quickly glance at the steel chrysanthums outside my window. / Guiltily I reach back inside my chassis and pull myself back in, trying not to be seen. / But it’s too late; I̵…
I’ve always been told I’m the kid who’s done nothing. / Yet nobody apart from myself has ever grasped that this description of myself describes something. / And usually it’s …
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 you’d listen to me; no offense. / I’m not saying t…
A chant for suburbia.
Eternal, infant vision. / The bitter ant scent / washed in via the wafting sugar storm. / A waiting collision between norms. / It’s mid-nineteen-nineties Australia. / Life at ease. / I see n…
A gospel for suburbia.
Eternal, infant vision. / It’s mid-nineteen-nineties Australia and I’m a small child, / playing on the lambs-wool carpet. / It’s mid-nineteen-nineties Australia and the streets are…
Doomed or Divine.
A divine hand, divine dust. / Hot, molten lands. / Deep mossy caverns. / The shrieks and howls. / The caveman’s call. / Soon chatter and talk reverberate around / huge immense structures,…
Peering viciously into the soul of God we don’t want to understand. / Our technology, bells and whistles, are not up to the standard, / but it seems as if we don’t know this and so our fi…
It’s too late. / In a dirty, dirty time / when fear reigns and diapers hang on empty clothes lines / whilst creepy swing-sets fall to pieces in the nuclear afternoon. / Balls of molecules cr…
A night out or a night in? (It's hard to see the end...
“Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.” ~William Shakespeare / Surrounded by immense stone structures, / the…
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 in death. / They took their last breath, inhaled the heavy…
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