what number.

cursing over swollen lips and turrets
of our innane search to combat our ferocious jealous
of almost imperfection
and forget to realise how oblivious our nature is
to reject the impartial and hopeless
the arcid and racuous happenings

they miss the crudness faced by those gone before

those trapped in alleyways on rancid nights
and their arduous attempts to free themselves from the bitterness
of reality.

those gone by hand or gun and forced to have their brains splattered
across the neatly arranged grass, simply seen as toys to play with
bowling pins placed for enjoyment and the
joy to attaining power through slaughtering millions.

those left waiting for him to come home.

those asphyxiated by pressure to conform to nothing but conformity
to lose themselves in office shelves and heartless ruse.

those who were torn to shreds in appartment floors in inner london
limbs scattered from wall to wall, cherry floors, those who heard the screams but never
flinched or questioned intentions.

those who sit in streets with signs plastering lies simply to
relive themself for a night.

those who were thrown in the pyres, women thrown first as they burn more quickly
then men. there is always order.

those who threw themselves without a thought of ten story buildings and plastered
across the front of papers but not given a name.

We never get names of those who matter. Those who matter don't seem to matter.
We remember the maniacal introverts who slashed and bashed the innocent for their own
disgusting joy.

******* ***** who crucified 35 and wounded 21 in 1996.

**** ***** who kidnapped and slaughtered 7 in backpackes murders in the 1990s

****** ****** blasted 60 and injured numourous others in the 2002 bali bombings

****** ******* who killed 148 and committed countless crimes against humanity

******* ******** who murdered 10 after firing 200 rounds in a residential neighborhood in 2009

****** **** who shot 12 in New York in the fall of 2009.

those who hate and hurt, who slice and dice, who ruin lives and steal jewels off our surface will be remembered but those who cry for help or pass in their sleep will be a number.

so amid your ruthless and pointless fights simply pause. Just ask.

what number will you be?

schoolies.

drive down
down town
bottles opened
sorrows drown

night came
filled with vain
pretty ladies
fall in drains

blue and red
messy beds
raving reptiles
hearts that bled

short skirts
loud bursts
staring strangers
endless flirts

lost trust
filled with lust
two days down
and we're all bust

liquored up
harshly cut
endless dancing
doors are shut.

we're blind
we're pissed
we're drunk
we're gone

we're fucked and boozed
and boozed and fucked
we're too prepared
to push our luck.

one am
and two and three
the nights beginning
for you and me.

two million steps

Whispering in hallways, no sound to be left
Incriminating driveways, ripped up
Friends and enemies, shot in the hip
No mercy.
Harrowing cries, and harking songs
Pieces of what, left in a pool
Of blood, sweat and tears
Of lucky escapades and shocking truths
Of sadness and loss
The broken woman’s scream, resonating soft
No mercy.
Tied and bound on rugged steps
Scared and haunted greens we leave
Hands torn by steaming trains
Open hearts left free to roam
No strings.
Together, tomorrow, tonight
We leave.

not hard

Caring seems to be a matter
That you don’t quite understand
Or wish to understand.
It seems that loyalty and foundation
Are beyond your grasp
Your prioritisation lost.
Your thoughtless motions clearly
Desert the most needed
For meaningless ennui and pointless
Celebrations
A slight of hand and foot.
Don’t care. Don’t care.
Don’t try. Don’t try.
so don’t return to hold my hand
when you simply see me cry.

post formality

Neon figures guide us through those
Unforseen gates
And invisible destination
Paraded by yelps of pride
And clattering steps.

The happiness released
At the hiss of an aluminium friend
Or a glass acquaintance
Can be heard for miles,
Felt in the contentment of night.

Flickering radiance
Enhances the immanent mood
The thud of the darkness
Caught our hearts
More or less synchronized.

Indie fires born of laughter
Slowly turned to ash
At the crisp of one
But let not stop our heart
But brandished the awe.

As the night drew to a close
And we stumbled from the
Creation of formality
We kissed goodbye
Until then.

the cold

It seems to always
Become more painful in the
Night.

The slicing pain encompassing
Vulnerable throats
Bruising internals and tearing
The precious immunity
That keeps me safe
From battered bones.

Disturb not mind
Through vicious intention
Nor my words
But decay like the sun-blanched
Apple.
Ruin not my faith but
Strengthen my hold.

Until my eyes call hold enough
My mind does not rest
Yet thuds on every breath
Grasps it in every step.
Two weeks today
Two weeks next year
Exhausted and ruined
You strengthen my body
Destroying my soul.

Speak not of nights or
Early morns
I dread each second
No savoir.

just like you

I like boys with guns
And knives,
With broken bones
And harrowed lives

I like boys with tats
And scars
With chiseled cheeks
And trashy cars

I like boys with dark
Dark minds,
With blackened hair
And sultry eyes.

I like boys who smoke
And swear
Who pierce their ears
And never care.

I like boys who are
Just like you
Just like you
Just like you.

the incandescent afternoon

The incandescent afternoon
Led me astray, to sigh and swoon,
Led me to delve my mind in words
Of broken bodies, whistling birds.

And still became that Monday eve,
Filled with brilliant lines that weave
Lives of torture, lies and pain
Rewound in deep consuming feign.

A heart of boldness drove her mind,
to see her breath and blood entwined,
malicious laughter filled her dream
ripped her apart at every seam.

The incandescent afternoon,
Decayed her humours far too soon
I read the hidden, contemplate,
How she just befell such fate.

He only cared.

He combed his hair like james dean
He carried a rifle in his right hand
He never cared for good intentions
He never cared for second thoughts
He never cared for conversations
He only cared for her.

He never cared for listening soft
He never cared for rolling tears
He never cared for football games
He never cared for heartless jokes
He never cared for reiterations
He only cared for her.

He never cared about his clothes
He never cared about his thoughts
He never cared about his loss
He never cared about his cash
He never cared about his car
He only cared about her.

He only cared about her hair
He only cared about her eyes
He only cared about her breath
He only cared about her kiss
He only cared about her heart
He only cared about her.

He shed a tear when she left home
He broke a string when she said
I’ll never see you here again
In these haunting halls, the dead of night.

She shed a tear as she drove away
She broke a string when he said
I’ll only ever care for your heart
It’s beating keeps me here,
Now i have nothing but
To wait for your sweet return.

August Eve

Serenaded by sweet warm nights,
Brisk air, flashing lights,
Mesmerising through wild blue yonder,
Celestial moon, growing fonder.

let's take to the street.

Let’s take to the street
Leave behind our inhibitions
Leave behind our premonitions
Let’s take to the street.

Let’s take to the skies
Brimming with our innovations
Brimming with new revelations
Let’s take to the skies.

Let’s take to the sands
Tear away our old sensations
Tear away our new salvations
Let’s take to the sands.

Let’s take to the seas
Drown our acceptations
Drown our manipulations
Lets take to the seas.

Lets sit here together
Breathe infatuation
Breathe sweet comprehension
Lets sit here together.

setting sands

The crunch of the sand
Under their overwhelmed
Toes.
The warmth of his hand
Clasping hers
Singing don’t let go
Don’t evaporate
Stay.

Your eyes
Accentuated by the perilous blue
Of the ocean exterior.
I want to go to the seaside
She whispers
She murmurs
As a familiar crinkled expression
Fabricates his persona.

The red of her lips
Dappled by afternoon glow
Ignites the horizon.

As the day
Transgresses into the bold night
They do not move
But breathe, sit, wait,
There is no need
To indulge your senses
When the full
Entirety of this
Joyously thrilling
And bitterly confusing globe
Is lying deep in your
Disbelieving arms.

Years ahead he lies there still
Harder breathing, harder hearing,
Harder to feel the crunch beneath your toes
Hard to remember.

The glow on her lips
The blue of her eyes
The feel of her deep
Consolidating breaths
Synchronising his.

He enters the blue
Only to birth his emotions
In an outflow
Unnoticed in the torrent.
He remembers her
Smile,
And in undertones he stammers,
I’ll always hold you.

goodbye

I don’t want you to leave,
To fly swift away,
To surrender ourselves,
Under the cover of day.

I don’t want you to cry,
To fall on the path,
To soak our pure dreams
In a despondent bath.

I don’t want you to see me
Not now anymore
I want you sparkle
To end our cold war.

I don’t want you too miss me,
To bethink me at dawn
To treasure my temper
To forget that I’m gone

I don’t want you to say
When you glance in my eye
I’ll see you real soon
I love you goodbye.

pain

Worse than words
Splattered across
Frozen floors and battered
Walls.
Not a single word
Escapes your bitter mouth
Scowls forming on
Crooked notes.

Smiles and laughs
Ruined
By ruthless eviction notices
Crawl inside like
Parasites
And scrounge at already
Broken lives.

Lies and truths
Strewed into heartless
Facades, produced to
Insinuate hatred, rage.

Cold brutal stares
Frighten young
Boys
Barricaded by
Hagged watchkeepers
Watching
Waiting
Until you step one foot wrong
And bang
Silence.

Eerie silence,
Worse than nightmares
Of massacres and murders
Of snakes and spiders
Of bickers and brutality
The war we face
Is faced at home
And so I cower
All alone.

girl like boy

One Two Three Four
Her short ragged hair thrashes about
Under those scorching lights of heroic progressiveness
A blue scarf tucks around her
Finely tapered features
Her loose round neck floats around her body
Creating a shapeless illusion of whom
Cheating reality and surpassing science
Girl like Boy.

This like is not a lust
But a being.
Not something created by the honoured man above
But something signed from conceptual arrangement
Of fantasy and dreams
Something made of internals not bone.
Those light batons of electricity
Reminiscent of a live wire
Sparks fly from her carved hands, masculine
She may not be a stereotype
But people idolise her posture, stature
Speech or lack thereof
Girl like Boy.
Cheers echo in her hollow bottle
Applause shakes her unfitted trouser leg
She takes a bow

She may not be She, but he
He
Is truly astounding.

perfect

s the valley was engulfed by harrowing mist

and darkness spread across the rolling hills

lit only moments before by a broken horizon

coloured by shades of raven and passion

as the gods raised their hands

in celebration of the days past

and moments shared

she rose.

clothed in white of purity and dreams

she took her first breath, mesmorsing

as she opened her eyes the birds cried

is relentless awe of the stories shared

through those piercing blue pearls

reflecting themselves.

The earth was speechless

The trees searched for words to describe her

but as the perfection of her silenced all

she was alone.

She cried a tear frozen by the

snow cold morning

as the tears poured out her face froze

agony encompassed her.

She collapsed slowly as dawn broke

and the gods sighed

another failed attempt at creating

one that is perfect.

pushing up daisies

I’m so over every poet

Who writes about never ending love

Heartbreak

Sorrow

And all those

Cliché emotions

.. ..

I mean who are we kidding

Life is full of obsequiousness

Piacular objectives

And just general

Continual

And utter ennui

.. ..

It’s all vacant stares

And void decisions

At every turn

There are signs and symbols

And meaningless phrases that we spatter

And mutter

To cover up our blank internals

.. ..

Oh yeah im fine

Whos fine

The worlds fine?

Destructions fine?

Your low morale is fine

Bullshit

.. ..

That’s all it is

Bullshit

That’s what we feed ourself

Lies

Complete lies

Or half-truths

Silencing non-traumatic

Borderline pathetic

And empty experiences that generate from years

Behind some ikea desk

With some fat, slobby guy

With a doughnut

Shouting at you to keep it up

Or work harder

.. ..

That’s a good one

Work harder.

Ha

All we ever do is work

Is crawls inside and eats our passion

Like parasites sucking our blood

Our life

Out of us

So we are left with some

Rueful, useless and lamentable shell

Of what used to be joy

.. ..

But who cares right.

Life all fun we say

Lifes all great

So why not live a life of deception

Excessive piteous gestures

And poor doleful relationships

.. ..

Why not eh?

.. ..

That’s what we want.

Well that what the poets say

Name me one poem that doesn’t end in a death?

.. ..

Even this one does

through painful, placid regression

We ourselves

Are pushing up daisies.

cherry walls

Busily she shuffles down that crooked street
Where the twisted vines taper her feet
Climbing and ripping at her
Fragile skin which surrounds that
Crisp, white bone.
Solid as the earth itself even though inside
Deep magnificent rumblings
Like the ravenous magma dwelling in the
Earths coreDisturbs no-one
Except stresses her internals
But although her conscience
Doesn’t knock her poker face
Sturdy but weary.

Busily she shuffles down those cobblestones
Where the rocks forces her feet to connect
Brethalyses her heart for a lack of belief
A roar of resistance.
She doesn’t give in, not ever
Not for his grappling voice that creeps in the horrors
Of those terrifying walls, with cherry red walls
Her favourite.
Now it reminds her more of the carnage
Not dissimilar to that of a placid white rabbit
Torn to pieces by a ferocious and unmistakable
Ruthless and unpredictable lion.

He was like a lion, when she took one
Just one perfectly manicured toe out of line
He’d roar, he’d roar and she’d collapse.
She never liked those shag-pile carpet floors
She felt that things could get entangled and lost
Simply dissolving issues
Never resolved simply dissolved.

She never really liked him or that gun
The two of them together seemed an unlikely combination
So he became melancholy
But she never worried
She never shook the walls
But when she’d found something
Resembling him
Marked with chalk around the edge of his limbs
Stained with that cherry red
Of those terrifying walls
She had simply stepped back
It was an unlikely combination she thought.

Busily she shuffles down those graveyard steps
She thought cheerily
I’ll visit him
I’m sure he’d appreciate a lovely visit
Something personal.
But something told her that her personality
Wouldn’t quite be present.
She felt intrigued
She felt touched
She didn’t quite know what to feel.
Bang.She was with him.
And she couldn’t feel anything at all.

like colours

Flashing lights

Passing signs

And unfamiliar

But all too familiar

Ghosts.

.. ..

Passively changing expectations

Challenging authoritative

Personas.

.. ..

In the shadows you posed

Surrounded by smoke

And tiny fairy lights

Highlighting

Your stark bones

Your bare structure.

.. ..

A glance I speculated

Into deep green eyes

Ivy

Poison ivy.

.. ..

As eternity goes by

We meet in darkened

Corners

Public

But so intensively

Incredibly

integrally

private.

.. ..

On sunlit plains

Shades of green

And white

Autograph the lines that

Separate our

Storylines

That we scroll

foresaken.

.. ..

Splashes of blue

Highlight obscurity

And joy.

Perfect, you were

Perfect.

No.

Almost perfect

As perfection

In placid

And placid

Is one quality

We lack

.. ..

Contradictory

Satisfactory

Complimentary

Like colours

We amaze.

magnetic

I’m lost

In that bluish light

Radiating from your eyes

Your hilarity and possible

Integrity

Draws me to you

Magnetic nights

.. ..

Passive love

Serenades

Your whispers of

Lust, breath

Are louder than your thoughts

Commit.

When your eyes intersect mine

And then dart in haste away

Your unperceivable emotions

Run free

Under those fragmentary neon lights.

.. ..

I descry the lack

Of undisciplined innocence

When you tenure my hand in yours

It’s not a handshake

It’s an emitting of

Paramount electricity

I feel it.

I possess it.

Inconspicuous your feelings may be

But to me

They are nothing but crystal halcyon.

.. ..

When the moon sets for the

Antipodal second

Of reprised time

And the last glass

Dead corona soldier

Is kicked under the

Laquered barriers

You hold me

I don’t apprehend

What this is

But to me

Is prodigious.

.. ..

You bow down

To your hidden emotions

A game of hide and seek

And you establish them.

Our lips touch

Once

A shock buzzes through

My hurried heart

Bide here the sign says

So I linger

In his arms

So right.

gum tree

My father always used to say to me

As a means of expressing everything just
simply

Without complex reasoning and tireless
justification

I love you more than the tallest gum tree.

You were tall, not quite 6’2

But with shoulders to rival eagles wings

At ease in the water, crisp, clear, blue

You stole me in no more than a glance.

Strong and tanned your arms caressed me

Your callused fingers brushing my alabaster
skin

Tangling my otherwise unidentifiable blonde
hair

Your eyes met mine, that devastating smile.

Every moment you took to whisper

Be mine, my electric girl, my beautiful
stranger

I’d smile a smile so broad it’s blinding

Kiss you with more passion than ever.

Time apart seems so endless

You never leave me though, not now or then

I miss you every perfect night, my angel
boy

I love you more than the tallest gum tree

silent nights

Shuddered lights and shining streets

Paraded by single cars

Their harsh black wheels

Taunting the imperfect soil

Harsh tears pound the roof of

That rickety box.

Although paths are few and rough

Anticipation builds amongst

Smokey eyed socialites

Heels viciously tapping to the

Fleeting beat of the sound.

As they climb the

Steepening driveway

Music thrashed the subdued air

Familiar faces appear

As pronounced introductions are made.

A seductive young blonde seems

Extroadinarily enthused

To see a certain curly haired boy

We laugh the kind of laugh

That lets us know

This silent night will be perfect.

Miniature tennis played amongst

Unaware spectators

All sipping from cold bottles

Editing judgement

But enhancing excitement.

Two clicks of a lock

And two become together

A sly dangerous plan

Cunningly mastered in twilight

Lips meet, proposals drawn.

Another couple disappear into

Threateningly darkened woods

Only to encounter blissful embraces

Secrets shared on rusty old utes

Fingers running through dampened hair.

Sequences of numbers

Leave another two lost

In the same eerie woods

Only to discover the same

Breathtaking fate.

Finally as doors are closed

And bottles emptied and lips are sealed

We stumble from the simple

depths of night

and whisper about perfect silent nights.

i already miss you

Its midnight on torn streets

Its sunlight in ragged skies

But no-matter where I am

I already miss you.

Its latenight on the radio show

Its bright eyes on television screens

But no-matter what they say

I already miss you.

Its soft cries in the parklands

Its shattered ties in hollow stores

But no-matter what I dream

I already miss you.

Its harsh fights on the court steps

Its smooth guys on the boulevard

But no-matter who I’m with

I already miss you.

Its high flights in the lost blues

Its stunning sights in the city

But no-matter when it is

I already miss you.

stars

stumbling into broken dawn
she falls
sedated by a glamourous glass
tumbler
she's not longer a movie star
her long blonde locks
tangled into heartless knots
her masacra smudged
from rolling tears
tears of laughter
that echoes through starry
skies.

He leads her to the light
laughs at the
ravenous holes in her ebony stockings
he mind wanders elsewhere
possibly on the ground
to where she next falls
black.

He worries.
She awakes.
She laughs.

Grabbing another swig of his
contradictory thrills
she presses her cool lips against his
breathing in his last cigarette
she giggles
swaggers
falls.

Unaware she lingers in the evening.
the flashing evening lights
seduce her
drag her into a world of
intrigue.
She loves it.
And it loves her

does a smile breach your face

Does your face contort itself
When reflection does appear
Does the harsh familiar world
Confirm entire fears.

Do you seem to know that girl
With ragged locks so torn
Or does she seem so far away
Deserted and forlorn.

Did you leave an empty shell
A carcass of a soul,
Did you say you’ll see her soon
And leave her no extol.

Did you see her waste away
Did you see her weep,
Did you see her stare blankly back
Did you see her sleep.

Did you see her there at all
Did you see an empty room
Did you see her standing torn
Did you see her filled with gloom.

For these questions are yet for you
To ponder in your dream
To swallow you in every step
Are you all you seem.

insobriety

Bright nights, big fights
stolen purses and neon lights,
clambering, stammering
blurring, slurring,
Standards dropped as bottles popped.

Skirts up, skirts down,
Liquored up, they hit the town.
Insobriety in high society
Hard beats on dirty streets,
Censored lust beneath the sheets.

Scotch on ice, bad advice,
Kills and thrills for admission price,
Heart tattoos, perilous views,
Broken shoes and heartless ruse.

Dawn drawn, filled with scorn
In morning light they are reborn
Buttons done, hair in buns,
Moonlit shadows harshly shun.

Bright lights, civil rights
In hope they wait for foolish nights.