Aerodrome Blues///////Suburban Debris////Let's Not Die Yet!

aerodrome blues////////////////

The aerodrome holds a boiling naked neighbourhood
Of government houses stricken with speed
And policed by day and god knows fucking what by night
Such a lot of people saying ‘arse it you shove’
The light planes take off and more power to them
Kids throw rocks at the blind man
He hollers from his blue walker and falls
He goes inside and starts slamming doors
Til the blue lights arrive and red
An alrm shrieks to no assistance
A thread walks by this house
A connected family excludes us
We workers dropped in a war zone
Another front yard deal transpires
Its so fucking obvious its funny
But it evokes a passionate howl
six O’clock yearn for a river bed mess
the blacks are stationed with their blank faces
they sit on their chairs and watch father move
his daughter from this stinking place
where her boyfriend hit her one too many times
and next door a hermit dealer crumbles
as the paddy sedan and three cops pound windows
but they aren’t home this time until
it is clear then they go hide in a supermarket

the roar of a red headed stumpy housewife
the charm of a blunt edged rogue in an aisle
a dumb little kid on a BMX
tries to talk to the blind man
and his mother explains that its impossible
but the daft little kid doesn’t hear
he is deaf and blind as well you see
they will never know about Iraq
or Howard
or 9-11
or politics
or pansexuality
or statistics
or Cricket
or lingerie
or skyscrapers
or caviar
or anything shit.

Well a microcosmic stationing aint much to whinge about
The scenes are pure unintervened by self awareness or intelligence
So the dogs keep their distance and the cars keep burning
A semi rolls down the cul-de-sac
I swear one day its gonna hit some one.



Suburban Debris//

Valium fuels his mind
To wander through the streets
In the Sunday suburban afternoon
And small images resonate
A vast desert hollow
Echoes and glazes those eyes
Sadness runs cold
And smothers the skyline
It seems a waste to be inside
When the pink dusk is raging
The dimming of light and shadows
The moon and the sun tag team
He was walking to the interchange
Even had a pre-feed for the trip
But when she text him good luck
He walked the opposite way
And a freedom bell rang openly
Wasting away on a bench
And a blue eyed charity collector
Showed me her slot, which he filled

And in the reflection was two people
Recognizable as scenesters
When he was king of this town
They gushed and scrambled words

All those silly dreams
That once ached for fulfillment
Have surrendered and burned
Now he revels in the picket fences

His mind thought of a line
It went like this:
‘It’s easier to drink to a corpse
then to face him when alive’
All those beautiful streets
And the cars he felt like jumping in front of
It’s a hopeless situation
And he missed the family park

They are locked in a rented nightmare
a sickly sweet descent
Where half the time is bliss
And the other half is hell
No words could sum up the feelings
Of floating thru the streets
Craving to be natural
Like a leaf blowing thru or a bird
And there is so much pain
That its unavoidable
It is no longer a motivator
It is simply swallowing into him
And suicidal thoughts
Are getting clearer and clearer
Fear gave way slowly
The years have come to this
And realizing the past is dead
And the moment being so blackened
a constant feeling of mistrust
like something is deeply missing
He envys the high octane male
Bursting into the shop
While feeling like debris
He's caught on the outskirts of her
A black hurricane swirling
And damaging the earth
To cut the routine clean
Was a liberating thing
Instead of parenting and music
he might try painting or rock climbing
For time is getting thinner
H'was 27 in two hours
and as much as it was cliche
- oh to join the club!


He longed to taste the Sunday night
That feeling of comfort and ecstasy
Where love was in full fire
But now its all dead and buried
he once rode thru the park
When she was pregnant with their son
And pick up dinner and return
It was pure magic
And then the car stereo
Would soundtrack another trip
He'd pick up Thai and sit
As a new sound would flicker wildly
And from the morning
he had the urge to walk on
Through the golf course
And beyond his old home
Into the highways arteries
And out into the rural fields
And back into his birthplace
Like a child he would collapse there.


Let's Not Die Yet/


It would be so easy
To destroy this mess
Blow it off and walk-
the dream needs blood
To live and create
To thrive and move
Is to erase you -
Never before have I been here

We talk and talk
And deflect and shield
Til we are nothing
Nobody to each other
Inverted to repulsion
No respect only revulsion
From Tom Price , Monkey calls me up
And its just a sharp needle glued to our ears
A thread of nothingness
Here I am feeling like nature
While you lower the river
For a lost toy
Psychodrama fuels her
And self harm comes in many breeds
In fact it inhabits all of us
But mine is flooding, a great flood, yes.
Oh, father, who I crashed into on the street
I was drunk and he was a mirage
I confronted his smoke and dust
I felt no better
While she sleeps and snores
plotting the wall break
And demons crawl out of our skulls
In whistling trains our heads blow out

Don’t speak to me like that
An unlearned grounding
Where fences melt are non-existant
Now I know how to inflate balls
And push her back when she sneers
It’s a sad fucking world
How you change shape
When another force comes by
It sucks you and her dry til it disappears
And there is me left lying in yr bed
Another year explodes and slides
Im a stranger to your cunt
And hours and aeons spent on wondering
Whether she gives a fuck at all
A liberation in fits
An LCD Sound encryptionism
I could go on forever
But that would mean I jumped
A mind rapingly dull sound emits
From the stupid slothly computer screen
I screen everyone In fact my process is
foreign to me, so complex, fabulous…

deliberate and concur til you find
an intrusive electric stab for pleasure
and everyone talks behind each others backs
it’s a fine blades game for man
in the hotel sits a thousand charmers
drinking and stinking the earth
and young skanks with ghost puppies tied
to their backless shirts and red sexx magnet
I sat in a place with a friend of mine
A sloth but a writer, traveller
He sat with a shaved head
And deserted me by 3 and found a fuck
Solitude is just around the house
I can feel it like a punished secret
As she cleans like psychotic storm troopers
I spit and stare into chasms
Today a packet of razors
Tomorrow some more painkillers
These themes are lean and out of steam
Its curtains if I start rhyming
That would be the blood on the veil
And a lunge out of nothing
Where I choked her skinny throat
And went white like ice and stopped short
Never knowing much about women
Being strapped to them all youth
It felt good to dream of death
And wishing for a mirror with lips
She dances to kill the pain
He fucks himself and swims in darkness
It feels so good to be so free
And cancer rots away his left toe
Don’t dream too much
It will scar your arms
And find it quick
Before it drains you to a
shadow of your enemy
punch on punch on
have a fucking go
the boys are ladies now
the men are monuments

a piss trough transparent
the bargirls temple nailed
spends hours in the mirror
Runs when the door creaks
We are just hopeless
Lets face it
The death is trying to overcome
The death is between you and I
Lets fix it
Just run
Or else I will,
Lets not die yet

Poems : Oh, the Cleanliness/Honeycomb and Swarm/New Phases.

_Oh, the Cleanliness



i.

If only to clear history
As wilderness opens and smiles
That thought keeps repeating
You called me and I answered
You said ‘hey puss’
I said ‘ hey wuss’
You said ‘ nice comeback’
Silence.
Then : ‘yeah well done that was brilliant’
I said ‘well..you know it rhymed’
You said ‘yeah..it rhymed, but…’
I broke in – ‘look man are you going to come over’
And you didn’t
And my mind is messed and fucked
Its true its so true
So sad and whore - like
My talent like an old weed
Refusing to die
As much as I trample on it
Piss, spit and strangle it
Somehow it sits
Like a pool of warmth below
And I fill it with poison
A glowing death swarm
And they devour my holes
There is no where else
to run but junk hell
so cliched and doomed
the perfect afternoon
while all the tryhards fumble
and scatter like bulldogs
my heart is here set to sun
brush strokes of coloured rays
So watch my skin start to stretch
And see my teeth begin to crumble
And feel the way I drain you all
Out into the dead black sea
As the clocks beat to our heroic counterparts
The giant brilliant opals we should be
The white shadow that towers above you
The one that reflects in your fathers eye
The inkling of sharp reign that we fumbled and cried with
As adults designed our death-stunk paths
We tried so hard that it froze us
And the bath holds my hollow body tonight

You say things in song
That are dressed in veils
Coded and mystified
A thought full of feelings
An emotion, calculated and clear
Where my message is faded
It peers through broken glass and blood
And maybe our swords are too sharp
And our dicks too small…
And our Dylan quotes are lame
And the earth doesn’t hold us so tight
Bereft of summer sedation
since ’97, the eve of the avalanche
And a teenage swampland
Just grew around me

ii.

a devilish red suit
and a hand full of blue jacks
and it’s a ghost that wears him
in a hair soaked daze in sad flushes
up and down the street
drunken looping in mental wreckery
the same trail to doom
the excitement in finding a new knife
shinier and sharper
to rip yourself with
until you feel a pin drop
and hear the howling trains in the valley
where cab drivers warn of taipans at night
where we crawled in wasted fits
tackling our bones and shattering the haunted gallery
smashing rocks through a windshield
with a person in it
and we ran
over the fence
thru the school grounds
but I stayed right there
in the dark
under the gate
and they drove away and around
to where you were running
I called you
But you were gone
A lonely pissed ghost in the night
And if you got rolled
By speed freaks with empty eyeballs
Then that’s too fucking bad
Life is not kind
And my scars are worn well
So an affliction for you
Would paint a grin on mine
Despite what they say
I should think
There are deserts of no-zones and questions
That just die in the corner
In my compartmentalized male brain
My stupid fucked man hating brain
My stupid female loving adoring son of a cunt brain
Society and culture battered modernist depression hit brain
My scattered and punched bruised hated brain
My damaged broken hardly working male brain
My worthless gender pissing our worth onto the wall brain
My drinking til my life blasts away like sand into sky brain.
My heart goes out to you, babe, but this time doesn’t fit in my ass
Or my arse, for that matter
Ask and you shall receive

And the elevator music in her head
Keeps her sane
But wouldn’t muzak saturate the straight
and you are insane anyway
What am I talking about
My drained pain of a stained male brain
I should be out raping women in parks brain
Worthless heartless idiotic male brain drain
All men are merely animalistic brain hum drain drone brane
All men are created sequel hum ho brain drane oh my
There is a stranger in the yard – he rolls on the roof again
And i am relieved, I was actually horrified
And it is her baseball bat after all
She wears the gardening gloves
And is tougher than bricks
Im the stick lying on green sheets
She is the mountain with clouds in her eyes



iii.


Set fire to the old house
And deliver my penance
Mr priest in purple and gold
And hold yr face behind criss-cross grates
And masturbate on my juices
For you are strong and brave
And idealized new world
A forgotten spirit
That still stalks the country
But is so dead it cant be exhumed even
And while I write the demons rest
Or at least they shut out
Until now, that I thought about it
And the sun is a motherfucker
It can catch you out so quickly
And at least im not on ice
Or Sunday morning would be enough
to beat my own skull in
Been saving up for someone to
Destroy me
And pronounce me dead
To the world
And open the floodgates
And watch the people flood their pants
Temporarily
For a day or two
I will go down in history then go down on God
Where modernist society will crawl into my anus
And my rotten dead heart
Will be pulled apart and eaten with advertising
And media eyes will rise
And you will laugh about me
And cry at yr own contentment
And forget about me soon enough
And give your pussy to another man
And he will feel the same lashing that I get
When I fuck you with our intensity
The holy fix of loving you
It washes like no other
The cleanliness, oh the cleanliness
It drives her wild
Her own blood is hotter than Hades
And she could never harness her electricity
And now there are spare parts buzzing and cooked
A daughter with too many homes
A brother with too many mind searings
And the damage lies around like loose change
We learn to step around the tripwires
And worse still
The putrid bodies of those who licked the mines
And here we lie buried
In vain to make a scratch
Not even a heavy wound
Just a small chip
That can replicate real good
So that our story may be known
We pioneering losers
Monumental whispers
Disastrous attempts at riches
Too proud too dumb to admit it
Some backward minds we lock into
The water is running dry
And its another world
Where weirdly strung people
Dressed up as others
So morbid we are
And blackened and glittered
Til something makes sense
It was bound to happen
Here we are
There it is
The great lake of opportunity
Gleaming under a full moon
And you are going to miss it
Or dive in when I look away
Either way it’s the only light before darkness
Shreds our waking hours
Into pieces of pain in the ground
Way under the ground we go……
Until it stops.
The pain, the relief, the doubts,
the corrupt virus that undoes our
bright minds,
But the truth is,
all of our skulls are crammed with an
avalanche
And the least I could do is
not seduce its gray smile
And not crush your eyes
if I can make them rain.







_honeycomb and swarm/




Before descending from the mountain
There were loose knives set free
I fantasized about the bridge
Holding me as its peak
And mobile phones would screech
From satellite to star to fear
And then I would hold them all
Like lightning from the night
But it’s right inside the riot
That the sea of calm kicks in
Awareness cant be cured
And all those strokes of mine were lost
And the river looks so beautiful
And you are hooked it’s true
But there is more to this than
underground tremors and reviews
So I take another stroll
Past honeycomb and swarm
A morning crawl to communion
Where they sell you silver soul
The wolves never think twice about
The sadness of the flock
It’s cut and dried for some
it’s constant stabs for us


New Phases_


The cold and windy female minds
Reverberate across the room
A leg for paint and heart for sound
The world is wrapped in juices
Judas Eureka! A silver not second
But revolutionary giggles from caves
The dark blood anchors the clots
My grandfather is still alive!
The trees hold the drunken teenagers
ribbons and gardenias for blood
thank Christ Im’ not a dead one
they are taking over these days
In a frozen time chamber
A glorious girl just melts
Into the metal scenery and cracks
The animatric disaster reality

When my printer goes to Hell
My name will be carved up for roast
Send in the chaos soldiers
One! Four! Ten!
We know this guy named Sebastian
He thinks he’s Bob Dylan Thomas
And as his friends grew
He stood burned into a time wave
Now Sebastian hides his ambition
Deep in his locked drawer
But secretly he wants to be king
And inspiration to all
So he marches on a Saturday night
Thru the valley orgy
And nothing will stop him
As he slowly climbs his way up the street
We close fisted and fertile freaks
Totally normal to each other
But the flaws are mirrored
So we magnetize like ions
Friends can become strangers
But its all just new phases
Hate is a strong word
And it probably means love.