Tuesday, May 16, 2017

It catches up with you - 17/ 05/ 2017

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Stole a four-pack of batteries from the supermarket tonight, then ate a big bag of potato chips, then ran through three maybe four sets of red lights getting home, because why not. There's no judgement under this moonlight.

Light running on third phase power, off the grid.

Listening to Trent Reznor's social network soundtrack. The ride home has lots of highs and lows. My fingertips are cold, my face is warm. Then it's the opposite, and back again. I love it out here.

My bike is perfect, it is the very height of human evolution and technology. My bike specifically. It is at the top of the ramp above Flemington Bridge Road, with me.

It's all downhill from here.
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-Peace
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Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Large Flat White - 04/ 05/ 2017

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somedays so uncomfortable inside this skin
can barely get over my over-awkward enough around people
to order a coffee from one of them

anywhere I look
any place I try to stand
especially anything I say
feels like this big and embarrassingly obvious food stain
splattered right down the front of me
that won't be covered up
no matter what I'm doing with my hands

yeah
I must really, really like coffee

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Tuesday, May 2, 2017

yeah y'don't say -02 /05 /2017


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made things hard for myself over the years
mouthwise

yet despite all that solid state dumb
that my lips lets fly
I'm telling you tonight-

 there is a single star in the sky
for each
             and every one
of the countless
Cuban missile crisis-level of narrowly avoided,
oh-wow-I-almost-said-that
                                           stupidities

each quickly breath-buried
underneath this teeth marked tongue

look up and wonder
at all those stupid,
and man
             I mean really fucking stupid
             things
that I almost
and barely
                didn't
give breath too


           speechless.









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-Peace












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Monday, May 1, 2017

And the silver spoon -01/05/2017

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the young kid
in front of me

with his
smugly-Brunswick-going-bald-in-a-faded-political protest t-shirt
father

who has made him come here
into the police station lobby
to hand in the $150 cash
he found just before
in an alley up the road,

now silently
thinking to himself-

   ...yeah fuckit

this is the last time
I'm honestly telling Dad

-anything-

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-Peace
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Saturday, April 29, 2017

Friday, April 28, 2017

Friday Night Limping to the Pizza Place - 28/04/2017


my street this evening
quieter than a guilty man
who still hasn't been caught
for something

by way of confession
I like

these rainy nights

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-Peace.
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Sunday, April 16, 2017

Some Things in the Basement - 16/04/2017

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been thinking about writing again
If I knew even roughly what about
I probably wouldn't feel the urge, to

not about what you people elected
not about salubrious privilege
nor all my licentious rage
or penning more hate mail
to my love life
don't want to broadcast-intimacy
that's been covered

it's love letters left unwritten
to whatever this is
waking me up nights
things left in the basement
when I was busy kicking out everybody

outfits that don't fit and never did
another person's shoes without a full lap
ever done in
footnotes to self reference
sweat stains left on attitudes unassuming
expired medication
a complete collection of mistakes
in their original packaging

unfinished model kits of ships I missed
star vehicles
scaled-down in swapped out boxes
abandoned mid assembly
thinking I needed more company

want to write hate mail
to these piles of blank paper left
amongst all the neatly metaphors
over-stacked
ink by the barrel in weaker moments
now congealed

kept enough strength however
to twist open these pots of paint
find some other colours besides
the ones others have already covered

fucking mess down-
there's lots of bad debt
I don't care
to collect on
discord conducted along mic cords
happily given away
conversations I cannot hear
between those who believe
the Earth speaks to them
plainly

it doesn't speak to me
goes without saying
there's a lot to be said
for keeping your mouth shut
when you don't have much
to add to all their negativity

nevertheless I've been thinking
about writing again
knowing that if I knew why I wanted to
I probably wouldn't need to

this isn't a promise
and though you may take it that way
not a threat either
never threatened anybody
just embarrassed them good'n'proper

a little embarrassed myself right now
which isn't a bad way to start


    that is ...if that is, what this is.

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- Peace






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Thursday, February 2, 2017

Island - 03/02/2017

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there is an ocean of bad decisions
I swam across to get to her
swells tossed around by wave after wave
of oversharing

I'm a lousy swimmer too

   ...or have I mentioned that before?

I mean I already told you
fucking people everything else

she takes me by the mouth
and I don't have anything felt
to say, to anyone else

shallow, deep, you sea
I have ground now underneath these feet
and could not stand

to tell you
anymore than that


when it comes to love.


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- Peace






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