who to follow >>>> what to despise what to wear >>>> when to wear it when to ask >>>> where to ask it where to buy >>>> 'n' who to care? how to follow >>>> why to cringe why to cry >>>> who to sneeze at who to kill >>>> what to do it with what to bring >>>> 'n' when to bring it? when to die >>>> where to do it where to dress >>>> how to care how to suck >>>> why to paste it why to lie >>>> 'n' who to spit on? who to shoot >>>> what to forget what to pout >>>> when to evacuate when to shiver >>>> where to radiate where to sing >>>> 'n' how to dance? how to levitate >>>> why to 'k' why to lead >>>> (cf. "who to follow" ...
Category: Poems (page 15 of 73)
As of October 2011, I’d posted over three hundred poems on this site, including many sonnets and search poems, as well as numerous poems that didn’t make it into chapbooks such as Abendland and Morgenland. I then ceased posting poems here, choosing instead to distribute them via my poem of the week newsletter. Then I stopped doing that too. Every now and then I post a poem here … but not as often as I’d like.
The tower was locked (its future being chained to the mast like a breeze crossed with water from the past tense (that immense wall of sound’s collage (its anagram eye, loveless wireless) abstract but intact. Your childhood lies like party lines populated by ghosts (some Fenian, others pulled from the CSIRO telephone directory. The first email (never sent cced Gaia but bounced. So it goes … (that manual exchange inside a powerhouse (a museum exhibit etched in charcoal rides the lightning (killing composers, developing in still-life. Meanwhile, father’s crystal set gathers dust in a council tip. The volume & tuning knobs had fallen off anyway, replaced by one cent coins (also obsolescent. A smell it gave off when “live” could trigger memories you never knew you had back then, in the then when events unfolded in a logical fashion, proceeding to their happy ending, or a lesson (the Masonic Temple’s front yard littered with broken glass, dead weeds (ah that crazy guy who ran screaming down the street (that joke about Oddfellows isn’t so funny now, in his aftermath, the grey dawn of dead things screwed into the sky (that line of furrows from the ground wavered across his forehead, an object of ridicule allowed one last laugh (surprised to end up on someone’s thrown-away camera (your soul locked inside a mangled memory chip (just an SD card away from rapture (or was it repatriation? as shards of laughter escaped from the abandoned sun memorial (a sound came out of the blue sky like, as if from nowhere (a disembodied voice he thought he’d heard on the antique television set describing Vietnam was God (turned out it was the government (calling him up.
what is pedagogy? and more to the point who cares? one suspects only the people speaking in codez would know (oh young peoplez of today (wherefore art thou ... HTML? i sought the space in vader but who cared? NONE. I went w00t! but who listened? NULL.
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for Francesca on her wedding day I seem to be missing all the big ones lately - births and deaths and now another marriage. 'Scuse me while I shed a little tear for you, little sister - faraway n upside down in Oz, getting married in Balmain, by the water, on asunnyrainy summer's day - while I'm here stokin' the fire in Sweden where it's sunny but cold in a Bateman's Bay kind of way, wishing I was there. There's where the party's at, today at least. You know I'd never usually say no to that kind of celebration, in a nation I used to call home but which now seems strange, except for the fact that you're still in it, getting married, starting out on the kind of journey Carmen San Diego could only dream of. I was going to write you something witty for your special day, was going to try and sneak in some references to Scooby Doo, The Naked Gun, Top Secret and the rest, you know the drill. But then I felt that might come across as sort of naff, a kind of 'you had to be there' feeling, which would have been ironic, as I'm not. There, that is. 'I'm sorry I couldn't make it tonight ...' - as spoken by the voice in Val Kilmer's head, you know what I mean. I was going to try and throw in a few lines from Amy Vanderbilt's A Guide to Gracious Living as well, you know, the little snippets of helpful advice every bride is just dying to hear, about what to wear to a garden party, or how to conduct your- self on your wedding night. As if you need any advice on that! I'm sure you'll have a good one, that you'll manage (as granny used to say), to 'have a drink on me.' I bet you're missing her today, I know I am, and always will. But as I was saying, about helpful tidbits of advice. Amy Vanderbilt must have felt so sure of her- self in her everyday life, knowing what to do if a grape dropped down her cleavage, or what to say if some rear admiral or other uttered curse words at her dinner table, or even how to respond to wedding invitations when she knew, with regret, that she wouldn't be able to make it. On this matter Amy had a few more things to say, none of which are relevant to a day like today. Because today you're getting hitched, and so I just wanted to say "Hey, little sister, I wish I could be with you on this special day, with friends and family gathered around to celebrate what matters - love, trust and relationships, the things we usually, you know, kind of fail to appreciate properly, or srsly, if at all. And you know I'd write you a guide to gracious living if I thought you couldn't do a better job yourself, which you always have done, and which you'll continue to do. Just be you, be yrself, be everything you'd like to be and can, little sister, li'l sweet Fran." So if I had a megaphone that's what I'd say, I'd climb a small ladder and blare it out so you'd know: though i'm faraway i'll be thinking of you on your wedding day. Have a drink on me, your loving brother, Davey.