as an actor / technician under the palm tree squat

i’m obnoxious or just bad at small-talk i’m in

emotional error mostly reflective shadows

stretching to a cackle backed up in three locations

the contour of afternoon’s crosshatching


why you’re a captive audience times change we multiply


arriving exhausted but sugar-free


i’ll be stormy like a rum like impotent swirls after flashes

after nothing / i’m a gazelle & a hunter & a new car just

wrote to you that i wrote that, that i should stop: increased

the green saturation heavy rain beat in the shower


i’ll park under your fringe & camp for the view

ample-bored click at images of being worried

it’s the new complacency but i’m determined in this

2009 circa-not-certain a compliments depth charge:

i endorse you (changed that bit) she looked over the footage


light beats mood always anyways tea & whatever

you want & await the ok – the past like a doll unblinking

i looked prettier composed, wrote: the shot exaggerates

backs-of-heads & laptop glow, a bedroom aurora-borealis



, ,

you made it: honeyed &

husky in my eardrums & so

on time / neck-height like

all greater western theatrics

crashing in i sound guttural-

to-matter-of-fact / frame this

by bushfire remnants of twilight

traction & tradition – you are

ever orotund / you are silvery

but twofold in the dark, binaries

curved to a persistent sigh / so

conventionally un-geometric

as the waves perk tremulous

it’s a quick disconnect / flat

as earth is i’ve got no plans /

everyone cruises the land

everyone meeting halfway




all the sweet new designer accolades

how many people could you confidently

confide in, a serious question under hard

light, pose it / i fixed everything

this time yesterday then swung violet

full-circle a turn of merriness / i saw

your house stolid where it’s always

pinned picketed augmented / bae!

& so this is thought / birch trees dead at

minor drought’s first rumour / you laugh

but are sad with your human drives / silly

this time today & i prefer to negotiate the

vascular irregularity of my own eyes / wrote:

waxed on sunset tones & marbling or

something / were they talking about me

behind hands? that’s so overdone/ a cutting line

that includes ‘whatever’ because of reasons:

it’s an industry event we continue to achieve but

much else so

i’m a cheek press or lips whetted

decisions in a look framed by chambered

footfall now tradesmen talk about fucking

loud after 10pm at the steakhouse back-

window i’m all of these things at 2pm

& i notice what you do: this emerald month

this broken attention-span my body not

quite compact – anti-desirable &

awkward under a double rainbow

the petrol light threatens the radio

stressed locality & you’re so sensible

a one-track thematic here, i thought

the sensation might fade with time

like so much else so wrong



, , , ,

a hive. sentences on tumble. applemint tea.

thought contracting. a paperclip drought. gillian

anderson. naming things / hunger. i’m sipping

perhaps. removing all online traces of ‘professional’.

the word. i still want to go for that walk with you.


a grassed field & all the clouds like yesterday, like

today. pretense & variation too slight to observe.

let’s observe with our naked eyes.


i’m factual when viewed from the park. or by slatted

blind-light over-the-shoulder. i cut my own hair. silly.

life is shorter than ever. everything asked with an

interrobang. totally un-mawkish. how are you?

should i be focussed on voice now. undertones.

i’m a struggling small business. every other

person, a better option than me.


a five-point circuit of chlorinated refraction
time vault against nimbus tufts palming
your blonde bob & this coiffured absence
we’re all psychic all poisonous 50m laps
the tendency to repeat gestures i’m itching
into verbs & mood-swings in the afternoon
you’re narky i’m tired you’re pretty then
wrote: it’s made-for-television
but for the endless complexity on moonrise
hey i’m extending my thighs like a plagiarist
non-tagged it’s effortless some bearded
model of the badlands specifically t-shirted
on-pointe for planned selfless roaming



, , ,

lamplight pinned to the setting day’s pantone code

just for me & every time is a new time this open swamp

full of walkers is glass-half-empty stupid


handcuffed imagine your own routines as if there’s scope

or room to move cicadas answer the torturer ad i mean

no doubt all animals are lonely what do you feel like

when you’re tired? more beginnings


at reception looking left past the hair of the girl

like it’s me there (time flickers the bulbs fucked

it’s february (reminder: gallery at 10 (all interaction

leaves a psychic imprint a wine stain in the air


swans paired outside the window paperbark

in the foreground you don’t care still

more questions proving everything to your sister

nestle in that space over & above the closet


i’ll wind the windows down struck all 80s reflective:

the slight downy refraction over your left ear: a thing


then noticing anything is hard a bird it slams into

the plexiglass another girl coughs idk yeah no it’s

those scars left open at the local pool unabashed &

it’s the maccas coke the skin & the veins underneath

plus it’s being teased it’s getting stressed

where do you stand on cuteness where


i jumped at the black snake preoccupied

with that gold cresting the palms back there

trying to frame a description using words for later

but taking off socks blasts it away & our own

communication forum persists also a thing


then it’s headlights & 20-20 sight within mid-week air

i’m just a part-time molecule agitator


read subject-line-less emails in the gloaming to birdsqueal

girls or shadows persist powerwalk in pairs

a crazy hexagonal route lit by lightning

maddening polyrhythms


my lack of focus



, , , ,

scored a first-person-shooter movie tie-in

before bed. remember coffee, txt or bravado

fronting stone architecture (design still the

buzzword)? & blood. the scent of aqua still

drips like breath from an oversized sketch-

book. derek is a volunteer firefighter in his

spare time. as the historical events of

‘the deliberate quiet’ unfold, events that are

still so recent in our minds, his rampant anxiety

also revealed. what is letting go? what is anything.

most dovetailed cabinet joints remind us of grandma,

a pure engagement with the popgun, a boy’s own

annual, linoleum tiles ever cooling. this summer,

fear has a name (& we are middle class enough

to know it). 9.50 this morning you looked timeless

in digital – the dog playing its role, the north so

green. but the look of my own face, a sheer cheap

cereal complexion. there’s always later or never.

hello haven for symbols. now, i’ll write you:

a runaway tank 360-skidding my name out on

flush wet concrete, tomorrow, it says it all.

flat sunrise



this the midday cone of water & your grin

a translucent fizzle underneath, prepped &

captured, neutrinos complicit in a perky array

of circumstance. nice.


was this the first year without resolve?


after learning everything via movie dialogue

i complied the send times of your emails:

mapped out a curvaceous graph line,

rendered it eye-colour green for the reports,

there are no other topics normal friends discuss.


whatever. a battle of memory-maps – that merge right

sign becomes that rock-face becomes the bay –

purposeful turn-offs waves of liquid image: sorry!

i’ve wasted all my good compliments. zadie was

jumping at the swell of new things, expansive

in the wind, scenery. i only really think long-form

while driving then attempt a recapture.


wrote: so much for not hurting people then re-

thought the sentiment. the expression. deletions

a new form; ageing is just the gradual discovery

of more pain. it’s exciting if nothing else.


i felt irritated in my dream with a bank of hazy cloud

blocking the early light. twice eighteen now less

worried, sometimes, with the bellbird bell a weird

sforzando marker. the crackle of a stick & side-boob

from afar. he was able to say ‘before you were born’

like it mattered (with those oncoming storm clouds).


your tone of voice frays & i’ll read more into that later.

an interlude of sorts, time for thinking in whole sentences,

chunks of data flowing near the amenities block but sketchy

otherwise, a toothpaste residue always in the mud.


has anyone ever had it this hard? lighthouse keepers,

socialites, tech experts, ex-pats.. finally listened back

over the new monologue: learnt, mastered, spat.



bit nervous to the dried-out basil

plant’s tremble, a thick stream

from the tap after the away

festivities, speckled glass a mirror

on your responsible life. no

expectations under the nipple-

height shower head, your non-

adjustable responses weirdly

irreducible, silly even, the

magnetised bitchaz framed

riverside by your coccyx. not

out of the picture but dead

center of a decade, atop

the water-tower working

images into lies & i mean:

you sweep aside some iris-like

leaves, deftly frozen green.


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