north of the border

brisbane u r
land of men lying down
& the rollercoaster of road
sheltering complexes – big &
small, millionaires, trees for a day

yeah living amongst a high universe
spotting possums is where the vibe is at
pre-colonial palm fronds swaying like
a vaudeville show / the best of possible
moments glimpsed me through some
opened window & i blasted it with a gun
bought it in the border town hush hush

repressing all the others mention as artifact:
race; religion; petrol prices & the theory behind
a multi-storey complex gives a surfeit of aggrandizement

something you were sure once to misspell,
& like it all matters now at a dynamite 25 degrees…

australia

how do i place myself. what am i. are ya. who am i. why do i write. how does one write about this. what is the point. what is practice. what is a question unmarked. as so.

3 sleeps to wedding & that will be cool – just thinking, the language of it all is such a benefit. instead of saying “oh, my partner was just saying the other day…”, i can say something like “oh, my wife was just saying…” etc. this deletes all assumptions about relationships, any questions the casual observer might have. you know, a ‘partner’ can be someone you met a couple of months ago, then what, like are the kids your kids? now it is all fully covered – the kids can relax with nomenclature at school / i can wander the streets saying : “the wife needs me home by 6, no time to go to the pub…”. yeah it is all good.

another untitle

another untitle

saw the young achiever
of the year a super-
market stealing asparagus
& tampons her heart was
on her sleeve plaid deeds
buried somewhere deeper
reasons for italics
poking fun at obscure
pronunciation killing &
coincidence, now method
a betrayal of tandem love
products / getting funded
a plumber’s pipe dream
u think hard maybe she is
tristessa of trade foiled
that ‘05 gig as a bass-
player: chick rock suave
fall splinters through woollies’
glass ceiling again & like
minded hell know how
she does it – a holiday 20pk.