Category Archives: poems
maybe it was something that actually happened or maybe it only happened in a dream.
you had a microphone
in your pocket
and a mouthful of glass
there were still
days and days
ahead of us
brightly lit streets and
sugar headaches
you whispered to me:
no one will
stop us now.
forecast
grow & grow
we were still at
version 1.0
by the time
you arrived
with munitions.
in the newspapers
teenagers were
atrophying
in the sky
the stars were
sinking.
orphan
veins that
rise over knuckles
a deaf syntax
digital cities built
on the spot.
***
you looked at me
the way an orphan might
& i would squeeze the sun from the sky
to thank you.
testing the water
swing
walking the city
you wrote the city underfoot
with songlines
sixteen stories up
listening we stood still
as words formed around us
ancient maps of traffic and power stations.
you start to predict the weather
not for tomorrow,
but for centuries ahead
a walking tour
of streets that nobody treads
until somewhere in another suburb
I can hear you sleeping.
space age
patch
we waited there
until the sunlight disintergrated
*
you erected microphone stands
in every room in your house
*
we wanted to see
the code cracked
that night
mathematics
you nursed your illness
like a baby
spending hours in the construction
of a complex algorithm
to plot the trajectory
of your own demise.
i placed flowers
in water
& paced the halls
of this institution
of desire.
beginning : middle : end
rear projections
the overexposed
parts
of your body
glow like
lens flares in the dark.
nine
the lengths you go to
to steal a conversation.
it fills
clouds as full as sails
won’t you
cursor
this is the first moment of our victory
heat rises during the night
and unsettles our most profound solitude
we make placards to remind us
of a dream that will only come late in life
a warm piece of the earth
that i remember occasionally
is breaking now into
itself.
an empty city
a kamikaze haiku
that place is now a shrine
a turning
was taking place in the familiar.
places
that were usually silent
now spoke.
in your most lucid moment
you could not have
known such repose.
a draft for something else
we dealt our drugs
back and forth
a mother and a baby bird
your limbs splayed out
like piano keys
gentle gestures back & forwards.
the moon is always full
you asked me to make a flip book
about our lives
but i drowned
in the animation.
sharp strands of charcoal
began to engulf me
all i could see were
flickers & glimmers of 2D characters,
mechanical dances devoid of colour.
i found it difficult to differentiate
between the physical &
the existential
i would hallucinate
nausea
until i actually vomited,
hot seething piles all around the bed.
some mornings,
you would go down to the street,
just to place your palm
on the pedestrian crossing button
and feel the slight pulse
of its steady beep
echo through your body
like the heartbeat
of a small animal.
the horror of liberalism
A row of leopard print gowns
swing
like pendulums
in the back of your ute.
A gross mutation
has occurred here
& nobody suspects
a thing
Five empty houses
filled
with bank clerks.
History is not repeating,
it is disintegrating
one day at a time.
seven encyclopaedias
I couldn’t blame
the door-to-door salesman,
although I surely would have liked to.
The musky smell of his deodorant
lingered
in the corridor
for days.
I felt like I was in a screenplay
from a 1950s Hollywood film,
except I had forgotten all my lines.
A siren on Main Street
burned a line of sound
in the back of my mind.
The taste of bile rising,
sooner than expected,
in my throat.
end of the line
how to walk across the sky
clouds shaped like piƱatas
populate my waking hours
pressure systems
move in eccentric directions
like maps traced on
my palm.