Tag Archives: observation

doppelganger.

do you ever
recognise
someone
from a distance,
(from the past)
only to realise
as they
draw closer –
that face
is not theirs,
that smile
is too big,
that style
has too many colours,
and that walk
isn’t even close.

i always wonder,
was i a similar
doppelganger
from their world?

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double standard.

so if she
wants it,
he will
offer his life.

and if he
asks for
a loaf
in return?

do not stifle
me, but
be willing
and waiting;

when she calls
him, he jumps
and plans
scatter.

when he calls
her, she is
vague and
insensitive.

she tells
him, she
knows
people;

but she
doesn’t know
him, and she
is a fortress.


creation.

stumbling over aberration.
faux and  belittling consternation.
keeping up with a fast food nation.
watching the softly dying population.
stop pretending bipartisan cooperation.
a lack of war but not carbonation.
situation normal, flailing aggregation.
watch it grow, helpless coagulation.
pizza pies and super-size suffocation.
call me nothing, believe the mass allegation.

mini skirts and shameless degradation.
betrayal of family and body emancipation.
cease the joke of worldwide facilitation.
stay high, stay tripping on hallucination.
encourage and crucify immigration.
why now? they will force your ovulation.
over-simplified and over-regulation.
i see the acid rain. i wait for saturation.
call batman, call banana man; await transformation.
there is nothing – no god – guiding this constellation.


black vanity.

you know
those women,
born with such
stick-like legs,
you wonder
how they
walk?
is it painful
when their
knees knock
together?
is it
uncomfortable
to carry
yourself that way?
does it chaff?

you know
those men,
who can’t stand
with their
arms by
their sides,
because
their biceps
and shoulders
deem it
physically impossible?
is it
uncomfortable
to carry
yourself that way?
does it chaff?


affinity.

deloraine
devonport
westbury
launceston
trevallyn

west launceston
laser
mini
liberty
trevallyn
east launceston
EH

sandy bay
121
south hobart
cordoba

south melbourne
toorak
port melbourne
west launceston

battery point
corolla
executive
west hobart
west hobart

barcelona

mount stuart
getz
jeep
X6

sandy bay
escape

battery point
bmw
polo
escape
forester
escape

south hobart
liberty
escape

escape.
escape.


my body is not mine.

my body is not mine.
i glance down,
and see your piano fingers
tracing my breast;
breathe in your scent,
trembling as i taste
your lips on my neck.

my places are not mine.
i go to the square
and i see her face,
and her face
and you’re there,
too.  but i turn away at the sight,
i can’t be there with [you].

i must avoid;
the leaves,
the trees,
the bench,
the oval,
the stars,
my bed.

the waves and smell of the sea are mine.
and all i have left.
i go to the waves;
and you’re not there.
but it is mine and i am glad;
and it is okay
that i am alone.


design.

the clusterfuck life
full of aberrations and clichés

the business plan rife
full of inappropriate reflex

ecosystems are used
with smut and spite
is it insufficient
to stand and stare at the light?

hypothesising, more
no answers

collaborate in purple jelly
new tiny baby belly.


the charming sock.

it is not so much a mask
but like a sock
i slip on unnoticed.

insidious, cunning
charming sock.

i write poems
in board rooms
and dream of
shadows
as my muscles
seek the pilates burn

i write poems
as i dance
and dance until
i lose myself
and succumb

the charming sock
finally discarded
my truth
lies naked
in music and movement
deafening
truth.


dumb.

your face is confused
and dazed. covered with
incomprehension
but refusal to learn
i do not care
about your
inconsequential life
i do not care
about your
your daughter or wife
when your only
reaction to feedback
is to shout profanities
at me,
i live up to my name
i do not pity
fools and i do
not play your game.
leave your stupidity
at the door
and take your label.


artless.

he found her
quick to frustrate him
yet easy to distract
with bored stories
of far off ventures
scandal and petty infringements
the simple existence
that repelled
and attracted
him all at once

reluctance for details
passive and artless
had he ever met
someone so naive
and aspirationally so
the trite detail
and conspiring charms
draw a stark
and harsh comparison to
the old, warm and dark embrace