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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 kisse…
We settle for woman made metal womb hands / searching for god jesus christ / buddha casinodu baphomet. / Imagination squeezing out the fine…
There are a billion broken rooftops / with groaning eaves / chock full of gumtrees / with weird leaves the / colour of milo / and it is f…
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 …
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 o…
a taste of freedom
hiding emberred butts under tiny boulders and accidently burning beetles / Escaping on fresh tires / and drinking from whispered wine bottl…
And with shaky legs / virgin arms / and eyesight glued to the sky / friend empties blank pad / heavy pen / and deep as ocean book / into th…
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 …
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 that̵…
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…
Remember when / remembering when / was not a / post-modernike consideration of / “how can I fit in tonight” / or any such / inc…
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 crushe…
The ancient fires returned with mystic timing, / Some blazed and raced over the land, / Some lazed around dazed plants intertwining hot l…
I remember when nobody / said those words to me / they fell from a grown height / like velvet from fresh antlers / two words three tears / …
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 tr…
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…
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…
PublicHolidayPeople (or: boozing alone on a popul…
Beneath two stories / in beach vicinity / I form affinity / with ethereal muse / with six beers / two cigarettes / & one ego / I write …
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…
Vomit & Tears
Yearning for some respect / and the baseline commodity, / between fits of glory / and ill repose, / I glimpsed reckless defiance in his gau…
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 …
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…
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…
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 …
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 day…
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 …
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 ne…
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…
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 k…
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 …
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 wr…
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…
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…
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…
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 unde…
This electric parrot dazzles eclectically on my passion-peak. / Warbling incessantly between faith and philosophy, / flapping opalescent wi…
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…
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 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 li…
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 –…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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 …
Wounded before leaving the womb, / surrounded in sects of notoriety, / gleefully pitching their forks into your body, / as bones are roaste…
Summer: Heat and the sound of flowers melting into sublime pheromones, / delequescing the hearts frozen below winter’s icy throne. /…
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 o…
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…
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…
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…
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…
Diamond eyes in the night, / this veiled sight of smoke and mirrors, / this apartheid domination of people running the fucking rat race / l…
Pace yourself on me, tiny little hipster in angel faced boots that glint like audi automobiles in the startling sunshine, / your bring to …
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…
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…
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