lit ref to boot

The music is poisen here
smattering applause
infected
The voices
patronise
across the board
a spectrum of varying clarity
concerning
the real message
I hear
sounds of the
combine
and the want of escape
wasted in success
This is the age
of project
Smiling Robots
crocodiles disguised
wear suits
and drink champagne
toothpicks like tent pegs
I hear gnashing of teeth
the collective grin
and see hip kids walk by
talking about
how bad is X
but X is so original
and X on the Xbook said
X said X to X
and
- totally man
and
Oh my God!
Fucking Hell..!
see
sun pound on pavement beds
frying sleppers skins
around swollen heads
melting traces of memories
that hurt too much anyway
the eyes
wide and wild
scared & numb
at once
maybe stretch out an arm
and eyes see
and eyes don't
and
eyes avert
we stinking dogs
Pontius Pilots wash their hands
over
&
over again
And I find myself sat here
on the surface
staying safe
scared of the darkness
every time I dive
I get the bends
and everything is ugly
All I want is a God damned joint
to
toast the smoke
to
no world peace
ever
not out there
not in here
only
laxative for souls
listening to the radio
it's not all bad
here on the surface today
just a little
rotten to the core

Subiaco Central

Trying to reconjour
a stream of conciousness
because technology doesn't like me
and
nor do cliches
distaste
walking around tables
clearing up plates
asking stupid questions
in the name
of the full service
I see an existence so sad
it'd feel sorry for me
if it felt
and I'd laugh
but not out loud
at the painted faces
at the sad clowns
at the scrutiny
of the 60k plus
late twenty
thirty somthings
and their penchant for dissaproval
amid the same conversation
from the corner of an eye
seeking smudges on cutlery
or a comment that will amuse their workmates
as the homeless Aboriginal lady walks by
just for them

I think about my failings
the ones I can see
and thank God
that I am no success

Intrusion

He musta been six foot
built like a gorilla
digits the size
of cumberland sausage
And he came over to me
on his bike
and he stopped right next to me
he had been past before
and turned around
but now he was right next to me
in my face
and he had a big stupid smile
I realised he wasn't all there
and the tension eased
he was just staring
and smiling
He asked - how is your day?
and I said - Just fine buddy, yourself?
Good - He said
he grabbed my hand with his
big meaty fist
and squeezed it tight
grinning
I smiled back and turned it into a handshake
then patted his shoulder
in a polite bid to have my limb returned intact
He musta been six - foot
and built like a gorilla
he grinned wider
and his cumberlands squeezed tighter
- easy fella -
I gently wormed my hand out of his
he put his hand on my chest
I removed it
- Have a good un buddy, I smiled
and patted his shoulder again
He grabbed my wrist
and put my hand to his chest
I took it back with a good yank
as he was still squeezing my wrist
- That'll do champ I said
gave him one last pat on the arm
as if to say
- no harm done, but that's enough now
A few steps away I caught a glance over my shoulder
the big fella was watching me
He still had a dopey smile smacked on his face
I was happy of that
and off I walked home
leaving the big - fella behind me
my face to the sun
train line to the right

Intruders

The day after she left
for Denmark
I took myself to the beach
I was tired
I'd come straight from work
and had no towel
I could feel the sun
destroying me through
a film of salt water
wet to crust
Over the water
a plane flew
carrying a banner
that advertised a shopping centre
they had intruded
but nobody seemed to mind
Sat on the limestone wall
of a garden bed
next to the showers
drip drying in the glare
a girl maybe three years old
was admiring the bees with
a cautious curiousity
'Daddy why do bees like flowers?'
'Cos of the colour and the smell'
and that was that
reminded of a freinds poem
I truly felt
crushed by barbarians
at least
for a little while

Falling from a horse

I did it again all right
that thing I do
Woke up onto a bottle of hot wine
stewing in the sun
still rolling
supressing what I couldn't remember anyway
half grateful of that
played the fool at Moon cafe
into the second bottle
after the Moon cafe
half a tab
down the hatch
felt like I was dying at first
in the back a little car
stomach churning
palms sweating
mind twisting
testicles retreating
Only one thing for it
into the ocean
still wearing my jeans
already better
we swam to the pontoon
sat there with the setting sun
and wind
and smiling people
completely lost as soon as my feet hit the shore
I looked up and down the beach
they had vanished into thin air
I recognised a kid from the pontoon
told him I was tripping and needed help
he laughed and led me to a group
sitting around an esky
someone threw me a beer
I languished with my hair in the sand
watching the sky
shutting out the bad
breathing in the good
soon familiar faces were back
then at the bookshop
smoking weed in good company
so many words stacked high on shells
the musky odour of text
after some time we continue
crash the party
I talk with too much familiarity
taunt the silk shirt
with the grin of a madman
and play somebodys guitar
while women ooze sexuality
and beam
the sunflower tree sways handsomely
and a billionaire
falls to the ground with an air of melodrama
back home
the look of gentle hurt
stabs in the chest
I try to distract it
theres a gap between us while we sleep
the next day we talk
the next day I listen
It's all been a little too constant
It's not fair
and I concur

.
Life's a bitch
but fuck she's beautiful

It would be easier
to live life
with eyes closed.
Sometimes there's
too much
to see

Just another nothing

I sit in the heat
weighing up
the pros and cons
of a sober day
versus the comfort
of many cold beers
I wonder what the day will
throw my way
I wonder what became
of all those day's
I left behind
and will I ever
actually know
anything
real

Trawling

A woman
being fucked
by a Labrador
a car salesmans
smile
meth dealing cops
and
high flying lawyers
a man sucks
on a horses cock

There's a party downtown
and we are
all invited

With the hope of a cup of tea

On this scorching concrete
bare feet step tentatively
white collar eyes hide behind
black sunglasses barely masking amusement
one view that chokes
and air licks skin

If we could remember being born
would we fear death?

awake from dreams
a party gone wrong
the loose crayfish runs around
in the strangers that have come
there is bedlam and no one can hear

If we could remember being born
would we fear death?

Inhaling the cloud
and
one, two, three
here we go now
maybe a preview of the other side
the sky opens up

If we could remember being born
would we fear death?

Eyes that don't see
ears that don't hear
a heart that feels only pain
a pain that only knows fear
fear that is afraid
shake, rub, swallow spit

begin again
again
again..

If we could remember death..
Would we fear love?

While walking through seeds the size of Acorns on a muggy Perth day.

There's being a kid
while another kid pisses
on you
and another kid laughs
and the ensueing
rugby tackle style
bear hug
as mother turns off the hoover
in response to the unexpected cries
coming from somewhere like nowhere
in murky wet heat
There's standing on one side
of a boat
while the others stand opposite
and witnessing
prehistoric phenomenom
existing
outside of OUR proof
there are few who belive
and that's okay
There's ejaculating
twisted erotica
from a static space
and electric lust
while fucking
a big loud bitch
boyfriend asleep in next room
There's developing
metallic tounge
and setting off a freinds car alarm
as it
kicks in Big Time
There's quiet moments
spent listening to rain
and savouring
every drop
And then
there's now
with the milk fridge to my right
a kid playing outside
and the sound of tape
being ripped off cardboard

what becomes

Sat in the kitchen

the fluorescent light
is between a hum
a buzz
and a drone

I can hear the freeway

If I fall back asleep now
I will wake up
old and empty
with a pen and tv guide
I will have

forgotten

Yes I like it here in the kitchen
right now
I like the walk to the petrol station
under the bridge
a cool winter night
I like the pint-size cans
of cheap lager
that I consume
with such vigour

I like the sounds

I like it here in the kitchen
right now

I can hear the freeway
and choose to wonder
or not

what may be..

( .......................................... )

Thoughts
and the pursuit
of escape
and
exploration
interchanged
can prove
a drain..

with..
glimpses,, of promise

(the fridge buzzes)

Her!
and.. her wily
ways
and him
and them
the catastrophe of company
eclipsed
by (the) fear
of loneliness....

seeps


(the fridge still BUZZES..)


Thoughts - and
the taste
of another
... drag
another
... sip

Another mighty Giant

promises
that needn't
be made
by their nature
they exist
- - Already


Time and
time
Again

expect nothing


And be pleased . . .
.....
.......
.........
.............
.....................
..................
............
....
.......
..........

The Corner

I am
Sat in the
same bar I
sat in three years
ago - only it's
not the same bar
only - the same
location
Nothing stay's the same
and I like to think
I find it sad
in this case
Although the stranglers
don't make it easy
I hear chatter
I exhale
And I finish
listening to the song.
It..
is like breaking surf
and
changing seasons
constellations
glowing on
the ceiling
of a childs room
while a monster
breathes
in the closet
like
a soft kiss
that
wasn't intended
to affect you
like
warm beer
as a savior
and beans
out the tin
while you sit
on a crate
and
the night forgets
you exist
It grows
and
it swells
and
It changes..

Black rubber/ White paint

Lost and found
soul compartment
Phillistines and lovers
others too
well ironed
sensible hair
Authoratarian
contrast to
mis-match
They will
call the van
for someone else
soon surely
Not me
Not today
and relief is clouded
by
dissapointment

of course

@

Scrunch the eyes
lips
nose
and chin
together
feel
the ridges
around
eye sockets
wonder
or
try to -
Where has it gone?
and
what was it?

just.. kicking sand
fooling
no
one
and
fooling
everyone
right here
in
here

Hungry

2011

Calm as
can be
it is..
and
I am

pissing

people

off

Implovi..z

It's an experiment
I was so angry
get out
Of
THE
WAY!!
stuffing my fucking
ears
How dare you!
Get out of The WAY..
polluted breath
hysterical
Jerkin knee
pointing the/a way
guzzle me
guzzle
This game is
not for me
light up
pass it this way
pass my way
vomit erectus
It's an experiment
I talk
to my cock
when it
doesn't
work
And she...
bathes with crystal
in a cold sea
and I
imagine
my painting
of it all.
It's an experiment
a gas
blast
Holy war in here..
Right this way
if you
please

5 hours later

I feel
soft sadness
think
of her
I hear
gentle
viola
think
of her
Crows in
damp air
caw
everything
wet
water down here
water up there
water down lower
I've been
thinking
about her
sitting
out here
in
cool air
sitting with time
touching
her skin
in my mind.

Some are caught in your throat

Given
the many
possibilities
shades
of grey
also rainbows
gel
dirt
and blood...
..The
many intricacies
of love of fear
of boredom of pain
of
starving soul fever
pay-by-the-hour mutilation
transparency
as so is as
invisible - yes
..
...Very
hard
-to see

Given
this
taken-those
and
even her
and the
velvet too

Given all that

Given

All

That

There should be
some profound statement
right
here _______