Thursday, February 25, 2010

reclaim power - for the 1st heat of perth poetry slam...

Police charge pepper spray mass arrest/a public burlesque turnin’ to baton breakfast/with spectacles gazing at a spectacle farce/mark up the market no matter the cost/a cop kettle black bloc anarchy lust/a lossy format formin' structures lost/on your back asking whether the weather has passed/reciting one rendition of enough is enough/while militants and miscreants struggle against/capital’s resentment of half moon and crest/to survive we stumble in our humble jest/beat words like flies off our heavy chests/but the sun that burns hot never ever sets/and there’s always a gun left to caress/so all the kids tick apathy or hedonist/and the right write the history of what is left/

of a lonely fist in the crowd/a hacktivist over speaker loud/a rhyme twist soda pop asking how/a human less culture can make us proud/a sycophantic kiss to the well-endowed/and why this bless be the bliss of a mother's shroud/a test that was missed and forgotten 'til now/is whispering to concrete when the state allows/

but hey - everybody’s got a job to do/we’re all cops, judges and CEO’s/listen to pop, rock and a bit of soul/drink beer, vodka and do as we're told/stop and search on a bitumen road/here in this new lost city full of the old/customs and racists ten fold/border police genocide to prison cell/cashed up jacked up on mortgage 'til cold/turkey or snapper to escape this hell/

so we sleep in and imagine closeness to flesh/drawn back covers to possibility limitless/humanity abstract cums closer with sex/or spirit in streets and subversive protest/and with each breath we exhale to resist/inhale whispers of freedom with a kiss/and know that we are here - together in this

Tuesday, February 16, 2010


your rainbow socks dreadlocks
black nail-polish to tell you apart
leather jacket black shirt or shit
this ain't going nowhere

these scenes
and vacated streets
poets for stalkers
and over priced drinks

conversation mandatory
slurring speech
you just want to fuck to get sick
and curse the bitch

and if it's self delusion
or destruction
then long live
this town

because a memory of walls
cannot be spoken of
nor broken