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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.
said let’s buy tulips because you were homesick twenty-four hour florist late-night emergency the tulips sat inside a cool store freezer still wet & trembling fragile as a whispered wish (we said let’s buy some tulips today there’s more sun than cloud their powers are quite expensive but what does money matter (when there’s more…
The creek’s steam mingles with our gossip, picking apart other peoples’ reputations, as we do. The morning stream calls. I ran out of the house, missing the fern by millimetres. In a way this flood is funny. It washes so much of the year away. It’s as if we were caught stealing or smoking cigarettes,…
Reading your electrical poems in a Northcote bar in winter made me long for Sydney where July was windy and wet but not cold. I sat in a laudromat once, read Faulkner to stay warm – & by September the frangipani was exploding along the Chippendale lanes. A sock got cold. I tramped through Central…
read she changed mode from mod to journo helsinki bound on a sleigh west of NO! bottle-blonde furies stalking XY stage shaken three-piece tour posters blur write lyrics in crayon lying dead in a field frozen shut her eyebrow raised when she plays my ipod says NO WA(VE)Y! like sue me helsinki! (art school’s ok…
we’re beta refugees playing rabbit roulette on an insula island in some cerebral cortex the day my grandmother turned to smoke the white rabbits sat on the long wet grass white rivers of paper insulin dependencies territorial misgivings siblings incinerations don’t let this be our last conversation mate you’ll be heavy inside that casket i…
comments require verification so pass the bandanna and cry a flower into it’s a war parents knew was coming & ever since then thoughts have been in turmoil as soon as argument was refuted he switched sides so hypocricy went unnoticed please go & fuck your self-righteous self sideways & stick business somewhere else maybe…
“Every time a rabbit comes out of its burrow, it is facing Vietnam the whole of its life …” Allen Carr (R.I.P.) they call me pirate dave just to piss me off i am the vietnam rabbit coming out of a hole out of a burrow blown to bits i am a rabbit coming out…
hotter than that princes highway hotter than the towering inferno hotter than hell on christmas day hotter than every cricketer’s mo – heel heet! by crikey, that’s hot heel hete! ouch! don’t touch it! heel hete! (i’m talking very hot heel hete! … ehm … oh, shit. hotter than any council barbecue hotter than ham…
the dreamy scent of sleep escapes from a glass jar full of rollmops slipping here between day & night the stars fall like drops of (dew eclipses bait the atmosphere with hints of anarchy & FSU (bleachers groan beneath our stellar weights subway snarls make the beast with two attacks tip a jar upside down…
