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.

“who to follow”

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" ... 

Wireless

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. 

Baby monkey

The latest song of the week from Parry Gripp 
is a cheerful tribute to that baby monkey riding 
the mini pig ... Our facility is USDA and FWC 
licensed and has over 20 years of experience. 
We are a wonderful facility, torturing the baby 
monkey and baby pig and laughing about it. The 
monkey clings to the pig because it has been 
separated from its mother and ... the Internet. 
Visit Channel4.com for more on the Baby Monkey. 
Wikipedia  is a 2004 electronica music album by 
the musician Moby, released under his pseudonym 
"Voodoo Child." According to the album's liner 
notes ... Why have I made this record? Well, see, 
there was this night in Glasgow in December of 
2002 ... It was the last night of the European tour 
for Where is Baby Monkey? Where is Baby Monkey? 
Is he in the kitchen? (Is he in the kitchen?). Teach 
CD7's "Where is Baby Monkey?" song (and also make 
sure you've done CD2's 15 Adorable Baby Monkey 
Portraits. The monkey is the most loved animal in 
the world because they are hard to get 



                               and they act just like a baby. 

A Guide to Gracious Living

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
a sunny rainy 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.