panic on the streets of south
yarra geez they shut us down
when im peaking its a ripoff
shits been cut with something
maybe brain juices? not mine
got the tipoff said get rid of
em ages ago i loved to dance
though dont seem to have the
energy anymore im still here
propping up a legendary club
foot & nose patches stop the
bleeding bring on peace man
& another buggered recovery
whatever that means i forgot
my own name monday what a
bore youse young freaks just
dont understand we all need
a little helping hand to the
hot water dispensers if only
theyd mix it with cordial ah
those good old halcyon nites
hiya girls! ok sure hop in its
back to mine just let me say
you are you are a wonderful
repeat wonderful person yeah
Category: We Will Disappear (page 2 of 3)
My debut collection of poetry was published in 2007 by papertiger media. Read more about the book in my portfolio.
& if on reaching Hiroshima Station You step off a bullet & wander out Into the aftermath: a diorama for Which you have no name yet here At the beginning of your tranquil 21st century journey by tram these Tracks that hold you upright squeak & scream with sixty years of shame Like destiny still wooden carrying That horsey scent rattles somehow They survived beneath the epicentre A direct hit on their infrastructure (Where it hurts) for which you are Now paying your share ironically At the exit in this civilised space & there are no inspectors merely Crayon drawings speaking of those Inconceivable first days lingering Gamma rays & the resumption of Normal services forty eight hours Post Enola Gay on track (where it Hurts) all the fragmented sitting Neatly on their familiar wooden Racks barely bandaged the tram Just trundles onwards oblivious To the empty pockets too reliable To demand a fare circling round & round atomic boxcars have no Final destination beyond the zero Round & round an invisible coin’s Clatter nobody’s talking nothing’s Moving – & nobody’s getting off
softly softly through our krystallnacht geyser bowser crack pop-offs just relax black north face seventies teevee slack hostesse with remote test tubes bivouac jack in at five with first asthma snaps vacate laps tool the tried anagrama bat an independent way the roadsteads whack in maple lanes the seaside pretzel flak emergency hammer laden with drugged axe sues me sonnys walk man pow wow attacks we know the atlantic like no other macs anoraks swear blur philip k dick smacks disaster prediction no longer paperback
spring wrapped in shrouds feel the desperation
of my punches in our daydreams*
speak to us without
mouths bruised harmonies
your soft sounds reach but do not enter me yet
you are a frozen river & i a boat*
ice-locked & vengeful
spewing steam
the moment your word becomes a bird & takes flight
even rumour turns on like the truth*
painted on a window
thunder pines
spring you are a curl of smoke blown diagonally
& a forest shot through with vapour trails*
or bullets that tremble
sunlight hammers
a thousand restless revolutions in your wings
when i sleep a child is born*
not knowing how to run
not in my dream
& you'll come again soon like a rain of stones
against the doorway of my love*
ajar but your sweetness &
light!—I cry out!
Forthcoming in Southerly (3/2004)
hello!—i am so happy to be a farang
in your country relieved to discover
this word that describes me & pleased
to be here spending all my money on
trinkets & going to the toilet—hooray!
now even my shit is farang! a foreign
body yearning to be assimilated! get
out of thailand i say to my ungrateful
excrement leave more room for kfc &
coke i look forward also to depositing
another 500 baht at the airport (also
farang) & can't wait to develop all of
my excellent photos
—bye for now!