Davey Dreamnation

Just in case anyone was suffering under the impression that I’m something of a man’s man, here’s a little image I look at every time I visit the wonderful “page 4″ website of Australasia’s most popular, talented and BULK ACE poet, alicia “sassy pants” sometimes! Seeing her in action on the wheels of steel last [...]

After the non-appearance of rumoured Irish headline act Neil, Babble punters could be forgiven for suspecting that uber-host Sean M. Whelan’s response might be to rope in some amateur or half-baked talent to act as the feature performer at last night’s event. Those of little faith might consider working on that aspect of their personality [...]

Icebergs calve, plop and bomb.
Great sheets of arctic pain -
metaphors, forever lost. The
polar bear just stand there,
in mid-air, then drop. White
water dreams after Greenland,
or was that Hell. Whatever.
It’s a bit of a stretch but if
they can tow one to Belfast
then why not here? For some
reason, Hitler comes to mind.
I’m no longer involved. Ha!
Sitting here, my [...]

If you’ve ever wondered just what someone who’s just spent twelve hours sitting in a series of overnight trains from Sapporo to Tokyo looks like, then look no further. As related in a previous post, in January this year I was interviewed by Keiji [O'Banjo] Minato for the purposes of an article in Subaru magazine, [...]

well in our short life
we get into fistfights
on message boards 
dust off the pistols
why is everyone else
so down on i today
i being the sons of
some moderate guff
from my laboratory
don’t patronise kids
mean baby jack since
pilot land strikes!
reach a consensus as
anyone could come up
with the same rote i
wanna cry onto radio
bust loose & turn up
the musical screws
know us [...]

she’s a why —————– in time 
    soundtracks erase the shutter ————————
myths & breakage —- gossip —-
            far-fetched
‘n charming ————— ‘n speeding ———–
                      on cooler
breathless —————– ‘n devoid
                                    of specialist moments
waiting —– for sunset
                     in a dusted carpark
rustle the mongoose ———————– dinner & show
——————————– autarky ——————
shadowland —————– flushes -
in vain —————————————– the tv age
        behind us
she —————– ’s [...]

we were in a secret band called ‘circadia’
kind of like the tantric fantasia music’s
b generation oh how i monitored that crush
crossed my sine waves with whiplash kisses 
the next morning you got up early walked yr
dog & sipped the hair of one showered &/or
dressed then slipped back into our bed of
rushes searchlights nude cameo appearances
you may [...]