Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Items or Less -29/08/2013


I am the over-entitled child screaming so loud
about what he doesn't want you can hear it
from the other end of the supermarket

Slap me.

I am the special flagging itself half an aisle away
promising to save you, 
that you end up looking back and forth
on the price per quantity for before realising
I won't save you,

Discount me.

I am the one thing you went there to get
then forgot to get and got a bunch of other crap instead
Resent me now, with your forgotten green-bags
for making you go there.

But I know that you still need me.




Monday, August 26, 2013

Throwaway -26/08/2013


the truck driver is baffled
by how intensely I stare
at the side of his garbage truck
collecting bins

see I'm still young enough to think
no matter how mundane a thing it is
they're made to do,
having these massive robot arms
on the side of a vehicle is





Sunday, August 25, 2013

Stopping -26/08/2013


the giant coffee ordered
to get the EFTpos minimum,
that you burn your tongue on
trying to finish
before the bus comes
and still ends up 
being thrown away 
over half full... 

this understanding
can be applied to all things human.




Carriage -(redux) 26/08/2013


leaving with a tomato juice, like a big one

overflow of dirty clothes
from a cheap bag
stitching already strained
sweat stained cynicism
collars like the hug
that has agreed
to disagree with me

mostly empty carriage
waiting for doors to close
on our old shared sights
snatched back by a greedy past
while my phone loses charge

this was a backwards place
to get back to
transport terrible
quiet carriage announcement
echoing other half of an us:

I was up here
to make sure
you were no longer

train also leaving soon
maybe not soon
enough we learned
about each other
for crossfires to cancel out
the difference
split it
is with-
out you

a mostly empty carriage
window scratched graff
past sunset and nothing seen
out but black-
bars fade fast
and no way to plug in

goodbye Brisbane
the place you had with me
is gone

and won't be coming back.


hmm, I keep playing with this, oscillating between making it more and less opaque in the story. Definite work in progress this one.



Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Swear if I hear one more "something is LIKE something..." -14/08/2013



why do all the slam poets

sound like all the slam poets?




Thursday, August 1, 2013

So there -1/08/2013


She's in my life

got her exactly where I want her