Wednesday, November 30, 2011

sneaky bloody bastards

Government Ramps Mining Agenda On First Day Back In Office

Really? Call yourself a Conservation Minister Kate Wilkinson?
Not only are you doing something bad but you are lying and being sneaky about it.


Sunday, November 20, 2011

self serve

I like mornings and nights
up close
because there you look most like other men I know, but
(strange to use the word 'men', but now)

still retaining that
uninterpretable allure
of daytime light --
which I like the most
(and which likes me least)
so I'll win twice
I'll see each half
I'll know both edges
I have all of each end and nothing in between


and then I will alone
I will alone
and I can pry
when she leaves the table
(I'll face that way deliberately)
into eyes the colour of antarctic winds
set amidst black shadows and blank stares
There is no guilt
because I
know the rules.

hardening II

thing creeping out of me
loking for air
outside
it's not there, creautre,
it's in
stay in me
get out
don't come out like that
but get out
get out of me
you're awful
and air-stealing, get out
get out

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

shazam shazam


Tomorrow at Golden Dawn there is a sweet evening of performances going down.

"Millionaire PM." 

$5 on the door. Pretty much a steal.
Political gems with perfect timing.
Should be a good one.

Film, dance, performance art, poetry, music, DJs, rap, paintings, pretty much a buffet of brilliance.















DJs from 8pm, performances start at 9pm. 
HERE.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

self-saucing chocolate pudding

Last year: self-saucing chocolate pudding in a glass bowl
This year: self-saucing chocolate pudding in a white plastic bowl.

The white plastic bowl is opaque.

I don't really like chocolate-flavoured things because they can never match actual chocolate and always taste semi-imposter-ish.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Sunday, November 6, 2011

0-8-REPEAT

I saw a spark of you,
unattached, or attached, but
prior.
It was brilliant.
It was odd.
I liked it.
We conned con artists
We told lies
Nice lies.
Good lies.
Lies for our benefit
and theirs
and his.

I saw a spark of you
It sat in gutters
and said yes to sweet sweet.
The spark knew numbers one through to three; it
multiplied five by two.

You held hands with me.

We would be only a little drunk and still in control.
In control enough
of control,
of the out of control
for our benefit
to our advantage.
No regrets
only shrewdness
(if you can call such deceit that).

And this would be the norm, in each other's seats
and both retinas the same colour.
To be honest I don't really mind
it's just nice to have those glimmers
We have never sat down together
We have never been sweet
Numbers eight and six eating each other
They shouldn't
They do

Yeah whatever, that spark
It was nice
But not essential
was, but not now
thanks anyway
I liked it.

plough

How nice to put your knees into your eye sockets
you can press them quite far in
if you turn your legs in
they fit quite nicely, nice
press them in
into your eye sockets
so it feels like your knees have replaced your eyes
in your eye sockets
no eyes
no seeing
no sight
lonely vacancy
or not, occupied by some black
great possibility black
a vacuum of offer
clean openness
brilliant vastness
dark goodness
shining shimmering neutrality
we can all start here
(and did)
and end here, too.

Friday, November 4, 2011

forward

Are you cute because it's cute or are you cute because you're cute?