My friends said I should write light
write up when I slept with a
bucket of ice one night
Submission in summer
'A record breaking heat wave'
(until the ads were clicked)
I dialled 0 for the desk
said I couldn't sleep
I NEED TO CHANGE ROOM NOW!!!
they said it wasn't possible
but sent up the bucket
which I threw on the bed
The steam set and I slept
I'd already said goodbye to
some body weight -
the usual stuff, heart ache
but this was another way.
Oh well.
I almost went heavy again, didn't I?
George Floyd (the sequel and prequel)
This year was for
Sisters of the moon
a thawing echo chamber
a piano player with broken wrists
asking for full disclosure
This year was for
clarifying instincts
while zoning out to television repeats
These mediums, a choir of canaries
This year started with the Coopers
and ended with statues of slave masters
in the deepest rivers
RIP GEORGE FLOYD
Can't you just curtsy
Can't you just curtsy
those who've harboured PTSD
from 12 hour shifts,
a blitz of screaming fits, the pits
Up against a sideline of
Michael Fish sceptics
Wearing the dark eyes of a
doped up graveyard
A hospital in 2020.
Underpaid undervalued.
Can't you just curtsy them ...
if anyone at all.
A land of landlords
A land of landlords creating box rooms for families out of poorly cladded high rises or old libraries . Lucky if you get a window seat. Ice pops and screens on hand , just don't all need a piss at once .
Smoothie
Tomorrow I will make my Nan in law a smoothie...
Banana,
honey,
peanut butter.
rice milk
She won't remember but I hope she remembers it's there
by her side willing to be finished.
Ribs
Springs dig in my ribs
As I reverse from
vivid trips,
distorted relationships.
Ones I hope won't outlive
this feeling of _springs in my ribs
Springs dig in my ribs
As reality hits, I remember social distances...
And throughout the day
I may have to unbuild such extensions
Repair make belief bridges.
Realise I never rode space mountain.
It was just me asleep.
Weather proof
From creosote
To when we were shaking
Dead fire coals as spring unfolds
A familiar beautiful wasted space
Why didn't this add up?
All these times were weather proof
for me, not you.
Wonderland we're holding hands
Somewhere between a dead charade and a glue eyed dance.
An old one excerpt from my song the Magpie Turns. Just a bit of winter imagery.
It's Autumn
When the day is done at 5.
And smoke perfumes the past.
And Shiny Happy People*
is another way to fast.
And the last of the office lights
make you feel she's gone for good.
It's Autumn.
(walking home)
shiny happy people* by R.E.M
Bleach blonde hair
Bleach blonde hair half tied
Her family are the only ones who ride
without masks.
Caught somewhere between a pandemic and a farce
Her kid's tablet is a never ending peace treaty
She's on her last legs but hasn't any to stand on
But for a few hours it will be lights out
nestle her head in to other problems
Relentless texts from an ex.
A stream of empty politics,
and shut her eyes to Talk show hosts
who shout at her through the television set.
(my best bet)
Blue vein lips
Her chin rests on her hand
And her eyes rest ahead of her heart
And in the bar. I'm a shadow.
She has blue vein lips on
Stood at the back of the room
And no matter how hard I tried
I couldn't get through.
I'd never move
I’d never move
When Sunday opened it’s legs
for Monday far too easily,
I would never move.
There were never many stills of us
making the most of the passing hours
My memory couldn't focus,
from the station blank, still can't.
By the time it does
I realise that every memory passed
was the greatest work of fiction
(based loosely on us)
(written a while back but realised I never shared it)
Burnt sweet potato, pigeon blood
Memories of this place.
Burnt sweet potato.
Pigeon blood.
It wouldn't come up
A 2 bed rental.
Housed our birthing pool.
Stagnant water from a stay in hospital.
An unhinged neighbour. A freedom fighter
left drowning in his stereo, the night before
Having to downsize due to COVID19
Burnt sweet potato.
Pigeon blood.
It wouldn't come up
A 2 bed rental.
Housed our birthing pool.
Stagnant water from a stay in hospital.
First responders and midwife treads
An untouched courtyard.
Plans of plants just roots in our heads
Plans of plants just roots in our heads
An unhinged neighbour. A freedom fighter
left drowning in his stereo, the night before
Rat Olympics from the kitchen to the bin store .
And a landlord second toke nonchalance
But Our little carpet crawler, new knees, the bees knees, we could've been
in a tent and still been happy with him. A new lease of life.
Every moment marked in these four walls. (but any)
in a tent and still been happy with him. A new lease of life.
Every moment marked in these four walls. (but any)
Every moment now flaking paint in a world pandemic
Having to downsize due to COVID19
Barking too
Night time, she coughed...
and woke a sleeping dog.
The other side of the park.
The dog howled and others joined in
Owners showed their mettle by barking too.
This was the most industrial action
she'd seen in her life time.
and woke a sleeping dog.
The other side of the park.
The dog howled and others joined in
Owners showed their mettle by barking too.
This was the most industrial action
she'd seen in her life time.
SafeTerrain
Somewhere between
blue air and
turbulence.
Spirit drunk,
I keep company
with four walls
& a grey dewy morning
And I'm in safe terrain
blue air and
turbulence.
Spirit drunk,
I keep company
with four walls
& a grey dewy morning
And I'm in safe terrain
I live in a neighbourhood
Up on the hill tops
Oak bed posts have stood forever
But as we descend the hill further
her bed frame can hardly take any more
Her place surrounded by
a war zone of refuse and shards of glass
As she does most things men ask
Until she has enough to cover her rent.
I live in a neighbourhood.
Oak bed posts have stood forever
But as we descend the hill further
her bed frame can hardly take any more
Her place surrounded by
a war zone of refuse and shards of glass
As she does most things men ask
Until she has enough to cover her rent.
I live in a neighbourhood.
The Motor
Note to her, him and me.
Attach yourself to
to the motor.
Not your ego.
Or those playing virtue notes dirty.
When drowning other boats
is the sum of Christ like purpose
not the maths of a worthy cause.
Attach yourself to
the motor.
And just keep going.
Attach yourself to
to the motor.
Not your ego.
Or those playing virtue notes dirty.
When drowning other boats
is the sum of Christ like purpose
not the maths of a worthy cause.
Attach yourself to
the motor.
And just keep going.
ascents and descents
Sea water salt,
my legs, the stairs,
the backward steps
the mass I shed
as I headed
up coves and coves
The descent, wrapped in the
smell of bush
the boat watchers
the sea a stomach
soothing relief or
longer harder my steps
And new shoulders weekends
Make amends, give the blues more than you
Formulated faith, soak it up
Never fail a serotonin shot
Keep face until one too many
and then you'll hear a broken record
of sorry slurs. A broken verse
Nothing new emerged
I'm stuck with paint dry sentiment.
Cemented. Sleep walking through the past.
my legs, the stairs,
the backward steps
the mass I shed
as I headed
up coves and coves
The descent, wrapped in the
smell of bush
the boat watchers
the sea a stomach
soothing relief or
longer harder my steps
And new shoulders weekends
Make amends, give the blues more than you
Formulated faith, soak it up
Never fail a serotonin shot
Keep face until one too many
and then you'll hear a broken record
of sorry slurs. A broken verse
Nothing new emerged
I'm stuck with paint dry sentiment.
Cemented. Sleep walking through the past.
The first bird song
I can hear the first bird song
through the baby monitor
Feeling like I last ate 3 meals ago
In the dark drive
where blues run the game*
could be consequential to the day
The birds and their sleeping audience
have so much to say
about that.
through the baby monitor
Feeling like I last ate 3 meals ago
In the dark drive
where blues run the game*
could be consequential to the day
The birds and their sleeping audience
have so much to say
about that.
blues run the game* by Jackson.C.Frank
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