Thursday, March 30, 2017

beeliar



drag heels of acacia bark
over the sun drenched bitumen
volatile organic compounds
emissions of history and dirt
arrayed in fine pycnantha
lying in ditches with Keates
speared to death
warriors and kids
arbor ripped from the soil
blades and caterpillars
short-billed black screaming
children and well-doers
terrified by the stillness
the fence line silent
permanence and progress
returning to the ground
terra firma / nullius
you cannot destroy
what you cannot hold

Sunday, February 07, 2016

kitchen



legumes framing

weathered wooden bench

cream plastered

background day dreams

a picture within a picture


bronzed bodies alight

combine harvester

yellow tweed on blue sky

golden american fields


the stories of men

the wrath of industry and gods

projected between

the chickpeas and broad beans


exhaustion, love and want


the hardship of a world

far from this heatwave

humming melancholia


now fading

on my kitchen wall

Monday, November 16, 2015

flags like bombs
on white pixel faces
spectacle 
and status
bombs like flags
for the rest
falling in silence
our hearts made
of empire still

Sunday, August 09, 2015

denim jacket come downs
longing for dishwashers
and escape

his baby face anxiety chatter
interrupted only by a weathered 
leering drunk's ever expansion of space
the body language of 
three young girls 
not obvious enough

my knuckles rolling knots 
around rings

the soft palms of african train cops
the weight of ancestral 
mountains once cut down 
now fists to enforce fines

capital and despair

two young queers 
new to worlds and roles
panting hot from bikes
in accentuated cadence
excited to be going somewhere

we sit mute
faces in screens
elsewhere 
the violence of the other
our bodies out of place
dormant and afraid

waiting to get off
i dreamt
of black dogs
flying over Hiroshima
and Nagasaki
applause
and cheer for
bombs falling
like gods to earth
empires of gold 
and death
memory and loss
there is no end 
in silence
only the absurd

Saturday, August 01, 2015

a revolution
pissing hard
against the back
of toilet bowls
shit flaking down
porcelain washed white
remembering a new
personal identification number
and waiting for broken trains
a barricade dreaming of
five years passed
half cut mid stare
beer in hand
to a nervous friend
in joyful tongued
embrace on
dance floor
hoping for it to last
mostly her smile and
movements in half light
blurred gentle kisses
and wanting to do better
this time
cherish these
small victories
to carry us home

Monday, July 27, 2015

wrought iron
carcass
of harbored regrets
laying dormant under
turgid heavy swell
holding what
could of been
without air or fear
this skeleton of
wood, bone and dream
the canvas
a death blanket
where bodies
once joined
suffocated
and perished
with the tide
every wreck a scar
on our collective skin
treasures to hoard
and forget
all those ships
you once loved
left to rot
and decay
inside

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

the last great
free choices of
muttering head clutter
is couch staring
into touch screens
constantly charging
dead battery
smart phones and cancer
far away from
the pollution of children
chained to desks
we text away our addiction
and desire to
throw it all away
with never ending words
the dry pain behind our eyes
the only trigger
death switch cowards
that we are