December 2009
Anti-Twilight →
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Suburbia and the glory that is washing mashines
Suburbia still freaks me out. I am alerted by tell-tale signs every time my neighbor uses his toilet but I’ve not said more than two words to him since I moved here. That weirds me out. I man died in the opposite building and no one seems to have noticed.
He lived alone in that flat 19 years. He had emphysema, he used to cough a lot. He rode to the pub on his scooter. We said hi and chatted...
Mopoke and the Riddle
Once heavy-lidded Mopoke eyes, it centres once more around the nasion, shakes the frontal fog, loosens the cursed indifferent stupor stewed 3-weeks or more, now thinning. Old wheels spinning again above the Atlas, the axis, craning for a sight of solace. Frontalis or Depressor Anguli Oris, only carving out it’s own house mouse to devour. It sets down the hour, of which I have taken note. The...
Wanky Wisdom for Today
“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.”
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Mischievous and Bushfire Prevention
Feeling rather mischievous today, the kind of mischievous that probably shouldn’t be allowed out of the house for fear of sinking their teeth into someone, just for the pleasure of it (in a strictly non-twihard sense).
This may have something to do with my post-wine warm-fuzzies or the fact that I’m wearing a sarong - it’s hard to not feel like a fox while wearing little more...
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Nigel, proud moments and THE glass
Is it just me or does cityrail have only two air-conditioning temperatures: off and cold enough to freeze blood?
After spending 1 1/2 hours in trains filled with screaming/singing infants
and I’m not talking Christmas carols either, there’s only so long a person can stand hearing a sweet voice sing about every object around them before said person’s thoughts lend themselves...
lolbirds →
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Same Old Saga
Full stopped the 40 winks M’n’Ms - major withdrawals. Can’t-sleep-nope-no-sleep for the bird last night. Night before. Here we go again… round and round the same old wheel, just makes me want to break all the spokes.
Another link that makes my soul smile. →
This makes me smile in my middle, that's what you... →
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I bet
I bet you don’t have Macademia Nut oiled legs.
I do though. Yeah, how’s that feel huh?
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Collision
He starts with sarcasm.
She builds temerity fueled by alcopops,
clutches his ear with taunts, tauts the skin,
rips out the piercing with a giggle
before stumbling back into remorse
shock drips onto his shorts
his fingers feeling for the point.
She got his attention.
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The Silver Path
The silver path
back to light grows weak,
tape around the door
frames children
innocent, white as milk
your English lilies
lay quiet
but not quite so quiet
as you in your
slow drift out of life
colossal as a giant squids eye
chemically lidded.
He who thought he aided
looked back to discover
the red door of Hades
slammed shut
on tulips.
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Dog
He curls up to himself like a dog.
A mutt unwilling to accept the blanket underfoot
instead circling, kneading it
into something more comfortable
so as to lie down without feeling
rough patches. He sleeps peacefully this way,
Avoiding the suggestion of solace found
in something bigger.
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Twenty Cents
You sit flat
I wonder if you had bigger dreams than this
chinking in a pocket, swapped for Cola
or cigarettes. I watched you
on the pavement
two numbers limiting your worth
You see up a woman’s skirt
and don’t know what that means.
A couple fights, standing over you
spitting words and I wonder if you ever fought
with other coins or loved someone;
the one who left you
glistening like a...
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She will blog until she can't blog no more...
Bored and sleep is a friend on an overseas holiday.
Writing Christmas cards, avoiding deadlines, sent nothing out today (admin day), sent useless “Australianish” poem to Five Bells last week (still kicking myself). Was it Bukowski who said wait 14 days between drafts? Will I ever learn?
P.S Spell check says ‘Bukowski’ is incorrect and suggests ‘Mankowski’,...
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Toast
Your square plate chips
slice through my whole,
an explosion of crunch
crumbs fall to the floor
empty husks.
You leave a frown in my side
I long for its missing piece
feeling it like a ghost limb or brush of wind
I scorn you, the hungry hole
like a bin or rabbit burrow
never closing.
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The Figure in the Paperweight
Blown glass home
all windows;
heavy prism of colour,
always lit,
always cold.
Soundless,
thoughtless as carp watching
the world from this clear marvel,
dense and static,
I hear nothing, say nothing
the notes stopped in my throat.
The fact that this exists hurts me in the heart... →
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Lame Word Puns
Ok, so I’m tempted to add the tagline “You’re so vane, I bet you think this barb is about you…” to the heading above but since I’m aware of the lame factor of that particular word pun, I’ll spare you. Count yourselves lucky, I’m in a punning mood. Yes, I just said “punning”. PUNNING.
And now I have “You’re so vain”...
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Sea Star
Airless, affectless, it comes down to this
I have five life choices, five ways
to start over after battle, blazingly
red minus ash, feathers, talk turns
my blood to sea water, no skull no
deliberation. I lounge on the bottom
spread out like a constellation, a galaxy
of sand beneath me, each arm a mouth
fed with tasks completed; sky my singular goal,
a dry expanse to twinkle in.
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“A serious writer is not to be confounded with a solemn writer. A serious writer...”
– Ernest Hemingway Quotes
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You know you live on your own when...
Buying black contact to cover your ugly kitchen counter excites you.
Also today:
Ally and Blake visit = fun times and excited claps for gift giving.
Timezone interview goes ultra casual - another plus.
Late night walk = feelings of accomplishment.
All in all, a good day.
Wisdom of the Day: Make-up announcing itself to be smudge-proof, is just being polite. It actually means to say...
First “publishing rights” lie with the...
