Items or Less -29/08/2013

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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, 

something,
that you end up looking back and forth

on the price per quantity for before realising

I won't save you,

anything,

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.

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-Peace.

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Throwaway -26/08/2013

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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

just

so

fucking

cool.

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-Peace

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Stopping -26/08/2013

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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.

_____________________________

-Peace

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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
here

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.

-Peace

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

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Mommy...

why do all the slam poets

sound like all the slam poets?

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-Peace.

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So there -1/08/2013

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She's in my life

got her exactly where I want her

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-Peace

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Protester -29/07/2013

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I'm staging a protest.

                 Against people.

                               It's at my house.

                                          You're not invited.

Fuck head.

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-Peace

Check out @RandyPoet's Tweet: https://twitter.com/RandyPoet/status/361743629867433985

Overboard -25/07/2013 ( + ASRC donation appeal)

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"there is a colony of bad fathers who built this place
still alive in the way I was lead to think"

-Buddy Wakefield, Horsehead



OVERBOARD


when I grow up
I wanna be a free country
unafraid of my neighbors
nor of my own potential
to live up to all those laps dashed
trying to win some human race

I will not be peering anxious
through a cyclone fence
at the wrong side of history
to protect a manicured lawn

when I grow up
my children will have heroes
who never held a weapon
but fled from violence
who bravely made it
heroes never hiding behind
what they had
as an excuse
to deny the same to others

When I grow up
I will be an Australian

trading my human wrongs
with human rights
by an exchange once known
to other generations
as


a fair go




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Well if you live in Australia, and not under a rock therein, you probably don't need to be told what this post is in aid of. It's been a horrible week punctuating a horrible year in Australian politics. What you may not know is that last year I worked directly with Asylum Seekers as a community support worker, through Australian Red Cross.

While I've held/maintained a certain amount of detachment from the issue (which I found necessary to undertake the job), it's surprising now how much this has effected me, how suddenly angry and betrayed I feel by our government. I think about all the people I met and worked with trying to repair their lives and eek out some sort of life in Australia, and the thousands more still incarcerated by Australia, only to have K-Rudd come out of nowhere and trample all that work, and I feel very ashamed of us a nation.

Well, I plan to do something, in my own small way to help the cause. I know from my time working inside the system at ARC that the Asylum Seeker Resource Centre are doing good work advocating for, and directly assisting with material aid, we would often liaise with them for extra assistance outside our basic health/well-being mandate.

http://www.asrc.org.au/

So, with the upcoming full-blown re-release of my album, I've decided to donate a third of the money from each album sold ($5.00 out of the $15.00) to ASRC, for any album bought through to the end of 2013. 

Truth is, I has been seriously thinking about something like this anyway, and Labour's massive right turn this week really just galvanized me. I still have gestating plans to write a poetry-narrative chapbook about my experiences at Australian Red Cross, later this year, this gesture is a forerunner to that.

However, as that launch is still at least a month off, in the meantime if anyone is so inclined please make a direct donation to ASRC through the link below.

http://www.givenow.com.au/asrcgeneralappeal

and check out their Facebook page: 

https://www.facebook.com/Asylum.Seeker.Resource.Centre.ASRC


I don't like trying to take the moral high ground. My footing isn't great and my balance is worse, but there are times you have to get over yourself and do -something- for the sake of your spirit. This, for me at least, is one of those times.






-Peace







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"My Way . . . A Portrait series in the making of people who are living life their way" -courtesy of The Headshooter

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(note: click to enlarge any of the images here)






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I was recently invited by portrait artists The Headshooter, to participate in a photography project entitled "My Way . .  . A portrait series in the making of people who are living life their way", focused around individuals who are living unconventional lives. I swear it wasn't my idea to do it naked, the original conception was to have a poet looking up surprised/startled, and ultimately vulnerable/exposed. However we all decided after reviewing the images that this one above is the strongest.

http://www.theheadshooter.com/my-way

Mine was the the third  in this series so far. The other two, also portraits of creative types, I've included below:


1) Saint John Reed

2) Meza Bezza

and 3) 'The Poet'

I had a really great time working with Michael and Rohana on this and I can't wait to see what's next in the series. On that note, if you're interested in having your portrait taken professionally, or contributing to this project, please get in contact with the guys at Headshooter: http://www.theheadshooter.com/


_________________

(Meza again, this time from another ongoing series "RAw Women without makeup or airbrushing")

-Peace





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Simpler -10/07/2013 (WARNING: EROTIC CONTENT)

(WARNING: EROTIC CONTENT)

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things were simpler before I knew
that you have had rape fantasies too

simpler before I knew
you often don’t want
to be asked what you want
you like
when I do
without asking

I like that too
just don’t like admitting
that I like...

your wrists grabbed
behind your back
a hand on your throat
a fistful of your hair
the back of the head
you give me as I thrust
into your mouth

before we both of us dropped
the pretence of caring
about your period
the pretence of caring
about the messes we make
making it messier
rougher
simpler
before I knew
pulling on your hair
or growling down your ear
or telling you
when you can come
turns you on as much
as calling me Daddy does

things were simpler before
seeing your sly smile
at your torn top
discarded as I ripped it off
moaning you not wanting me to


         stop


do not want this
to be normal
please tell me
this is not normal
tell you I’m scared
of being not normal
scared of being judged
of being asked
to tell you what
I like
to hide what I really like
on my hard drive

where I can believe
I’m the only freak
a product of free porn
frustrated half-formed thought
fucked up and perverted and dirty
hearing you say please hurt me

there are not-nice words
you can call a woman
I was surprised to find
you liked being called
every single one of them
during the night


you wouldn't ask for-

                       I shouldn't think of-

                                       we couldn't try it


inside the straight lines
of safe assumptions

we're out of bounds now
there are no straight lines
anywhere on the human body
and I suspect
fewer still in our minds

things were simpler
before we started talking about it
before I knew
what you are willing and able
to do
with balls gags, sex toys
rope and harnesses
and things were
a lot simpler
then


         but not quite as much fun

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So here this is. This poem was originally drafted January 2012 to be included in FUCK THESE GUYS, the much-delayed erotic chapbook series/collection/thing Steve Smart and I have put together.  I've drafted this somewhat and read it last night at an erotic fiction gathering with my Little Raven publishing friends, to a very favorable response.

Given some of the controversy I've drawn at gigs and online this year, over some pretty minor stuff, I've been really pensive about releasing this material, but by the same token I'm also feeling a little more ready to handle criticism (both constructive and hostile). So for this reason, I've decided to press ahead with Fuck These Guys, soon as I have the Product album launch out of the way.

(one of the images I've collected for the FUCK THESE GUYS book) 

Things are not where they were a year ago for me. I'm finding my voice, and finding an audience for that to.  Haters gonna hate. More on that later...

-Peace

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But Who's Counting? -25/06/2013

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when she says my name
all of a sudden
I want to own it

when she looks me in the eye
now, to meet her
I want be present there

when she smiles at me
I find one more reason
for wanting to do so myself

well okay, maybe more than one.

_______________________

-Peace.

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Sends his Apologies -20th June, 2013

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how many environmental slogans can y'stick on the back of your car?

how many angels on an agle
can pass themselves off for saints
in paradise?

how far can your open mind open
as you dis-close to all those
you -know- are wrong

before you're unhinged

and
what other four-lettered words rhyme
with sense-of-entitlement?

some riddles
are best left for the more earnest
of slam poets

I'm busy tonight
washing it out of my hair

____________________________

-Peace.

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Crossways -18/06/2013

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Hunger

good as excuse as any
not to meet up with
a Melbourne-visiting
ex lover

lot on my plate... know what I mean?

colour me all pappadams
and spicy chilli flakes
on the curry and the rice
chilli flakes on the chilly flakes
chill flakes in the custard dessert
on everything
all over her new boyfriend

colour me hope he hates Melbourne
colour me in her town
under the same excuse
she used colour me
second helpings
I'm not having

too busy being all hungry
looking for a shared table
by an open window

colour me crossways.

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-Peace

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What White Male Privilege? -17th June 2013

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both those who benefit from it
and those who suffer
because of it
fail to see just how
(completely invisible)
white male privilege is
to white males

after all
way I look at it
it's the best part of that privilege,
see?




_________________________



yeah come get me fucker, I'm ready for youz this time


-Peace




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Rails -17/06/2013

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I miss her
the way I sometimes miss

the last train

which is to say, I don't really
miss it
just choose not to get on board
just before it pulls away
if it looked pretty crowded
or uncomfortable in there
if nasty ticket inspectors
and confusing announcements

cum distordedly blaring out
between closing doors

it all makes me think~
'much as I needed
'long as I waited
to get outta here
maybe this thing
isn't going to head
where I want to go

yeah fuck it, I'll walk.

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(hey don't look at me like that, I haven't written nasty in ages... more to come)

-Peace.

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