Living In The Past

Don’t look back
If you were supposed to
You’d have eyes in the back of your head

A roll up weave with rear sensors
Backing cameras with multi lens
De-aging every year until you are dead.

Visions, transference of consciousness
A time machine brain chip
Maybe a gyroscope in your flip top head.

21st Century Play

Stare at the screen
hold the portal to the world
play a mindless game,
never realise they’re bored.

Keep them distracted,
don’t let them be political
then the capitalists
can do as they will.

Joe Hockey [02]

What would you know,

about the ordinary sch’mo?

How the world goes,

with your millionaire wife,

and your out of touch life.

Angry man

fat politician.

Joker’s wild

stupid smile

on your dial.

The public riled,

poor people defiled,

unemployed chided.

To get a good budget,

not big business puppet,

you need a good treasurer

to give the public pleasure,

especially if we are paying him

to stay at his house.

How many policies have you got through,

from this year,

or any other year?

You just need to get a better job

or it is to the back bench you go,

you fat knob.

21st Century Day

7 hours sleep,

7 hours work,

7 hours play,

a few hours to waste.

Work life balance,

what a disgrace.

What Is Age?

Some have old faces

and young hearts,

Some have young faces

and old hearts,

Age is just a number

that sets us a part.

Minimum Requirement

Any idiot

can get a driver’s licence

a mobile phone plan,

a credit card,

operate an ATM,

it would seem.

Who said

they can’t learn?

Benchmark the dumb,

get them to spend,

prepare them for life,

that’s all that matters

in the end.

House Work

You can see

why certain people

get a certain pleasure

from house work,

there is a certain

sense of achievement.

For those with low

expectations in life,

I would guess,

and nothing 

more important

to address.

None Of Us Are Getting Out Alive

None of us are getting out of here alive

I reckon it all starts when we are five

the joy and the fun in living excites

shiny new things are in your sights.

Your teen years expand the world

when your limbs and sex unfurl

two score years we all go wild

party, mingle, fuck, beguile.

Marriage and children,

life's never the same.

Money saved.

Chest shaved.

Quadruple bypass.

Out to grass.

Grandchildren came.

Pills and frames.

Staring at the grave.

Memories gone,

for everyone.

Death

What does it matter,

all of this?

As my life flashes before me,

what did I miss?

22.06.2015

Do I make a wish

As I fall into the abyss?

Do I take stock

as the clock stops?

Do I regret

My set

Now the end

I’ve met?

Do I

Cry

Now I

Die?

17.09.2023

The End Justifies The Means

Tony Abbott,

you saw the 1950s

and grabbed it,

that made you feel safe

after the failed God fuck

you escaped.

Bully boy punch the wall

to get your way,

women look small,

tell any lie

big or tall,

anything or die

to get the top job,

god save Australia

from this yob.

 

Job Interviews

Job interviews

are the blues

shirt and tie

choke and die

self doubt

calls you out

ask questions

it depends

if I care

do I dare?

Where do

you see you

in 5 years time?

Nothing comes to mind.

What do you like about us?

Nothing much,

the money in my pocket

can I say that?

Does it matter

no reason better

does that shatter

HR chatter

about a career path,

what a laugh.

just give me a chance

to advance

I promise

I will dance.

I just want to eat

and keep off the street.

 

Domestic Violence

I love you. I hate you. You don't leave. I love you. I hate you.

Why don't you leave?

I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you.

I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you.

I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you.

I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you.

I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you.

I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you.

I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you.

I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you.

I kill you.

One Happy Sh'mo

Don't you wish, sometimes

when you are sitting on the dish, sometimes

that all that pent up crap

would flow right out of you

just like that,

pull the stopper

let it go,

leaving you feeling free

with a glow,

one happy sh’mo.

Casual Sex 001

This punani is priceless

all you have to do is play nice

and you can have this

you won't have to ask twice

I'll give it to ya, I'm not cold

what are we saving it for

as too soon we'll be too old

and nobody'll want our treasures

but you always need someone to hold

no reason, just for the pleasures

it gives you are untold.

When You Are On A Good Thing, Stick To It

Welcome to Hollywood

where magic and fantasy happen,

where dreams come true,

where they now make the same movie

over and over again

for the pleasure of me and you

It’s a con, shhhh!

The dream factory

no more.

Spread your legs like a whore,

if you wanna be a star

pretty will get you far.

Joe Hockey [01]

Joe Hockey

Slow Mocky

Mo Cocky

Dumb Rocky

Lying Toppy

Fat Sloppy

Big Stocky

Yo Dopey!

No clue,

clever ruse,

or just an excuse?

Can somebody be

that stupid?

Fat cupid

with a trophy wife. 

June Is A Harsh Mistress

I hate June,

if she were a girl

she would be called

a cold bitch.

A short

dark

miserable, 

frosty, cow.

Nobody likes June,

she has a heart of ice,

a negative demeanour

and a dour soul.

She's a miserable slapper

with a bad temper

who can turn from light to dark

in the blink of an eye.

I hate June.

And her sister July,

nobody much

likes her either.

There Is Trouble in the Gypsy Village [02]

Footsteps approach

from behind,

spines chill

and excite,

search lights

scan the sky,

a dog barks

in the night,

a car starts cold

and chugs away,

a voice calls out,

in fright,

the moon shines

with white light,

a cat's shadow 

stretches across the wall,

fluffy clouds drift,

eclipse the light,

a siren wails

in the distance,

the wind blows,

slow and cool,

the scent of Jasmine

floats by,

you can almost hear

the collective sigh.

There is Trouble in the Gypsy Village [01]

Footsteps

search lights

dogs bark

a car starts

a voice calls out

a cat's shadow 

the moon shines

a siren wails

the wind blows

the scent of Jasmine 

floats by

 

Down Under Love Call

I heard the magpies

call this morning,

worba worba worba worba worba worba warra.

It made my heart sing,

a down under love call.

Home.

It reminded me

of the Wimmera

and those mornings

on my uncle’s farm,

it reminded me

of this wide brown land

stretching out

in front of us all.