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.









__________________















-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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