Most of us make America mean the world,
or sometimes we put “Australia” in its place.
B. O’D.
the drones of prole patrol the moon
that satellite of filth –
their lanterns mark the greasy poles
its dark side pepper (salt
with futile cries & lunar dews & sad
stories drones will tell of
extra-terrestrial rents & arbitrage by
mammon’s earthly (hags
o’er those captains of industry whose
gold we gleefully polish
in our dull second-class illusion we will
rise above the (swill
for life [...]
i am not fazed by spurious notions
of what is good or what is bad
i just flip open that temporal wallet
& spend (it’s like getting laid
or tying one on & imagining X
could well be my imaginary friend
or else i simply [...]
final oceanic junk channel-deepened
by temporal bo’sun of the universe
are you some castaway floating sea
kelp island where dawning abendland
in elysian fields of restfulness recon-
structs her deadly breeding grounds?
or are you one of the gods sun ra
maybe following the comet kohoutek?
are you in favour of daylight savings
bonsai maintenance massive oil wars
or just some mosquitoes flying through
the [...]
“Dawnward”
B. O’Dowd (1906)
Barellan Australia (2008)
1.
Iz in ur bodeh xtrc,
Teh rms ob dey iz luvs purr meh. Iz w00t an iz purr dey,
Dey not want! meh purr till iz go wif dey, respawnd dey,
An puur dey, an den WTF dey ful wif teh LOL ob teh sowl.
Iz not want dawted dat fose iz kurupt [...]