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
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