Unplangent paegent

A soft-footed beast approached me from behind
I sensed its breath before the opening of its jaw
It was a pantomime

Cast offs

Papa was a sailor
Nana was a knitter
They loved one another
I miss them

Wallflower non

On a rising tide
The moonlight is spreading
Its dance is for doom

Socks up

In thrall to his nylon gods
The master puppeteer tries
His hand at everything

The genial country quitter

The solar rep was once a roofer. I could tell. I watched him scramble up a 32-degree ridge with a clipboard and measuring tape. But what if he slipped, I thought. Struck the chimney or gouged himself on an errant wedge of tin. He gave up a pack-a-day habit only four days ago. Would he want a gasper?

All

Boots and all
All in, or nothing
All out, in all, over
Be all and end all
Bar the shouting
All comers
Tell all
Warts and all
All told, done
Gone for all money, seasons
All saints, is forgotten
All is forgiven

Flaccid philosophy

They say sake is sin
That I should watch my cojones
Give me your reasons

Divine order

Desultory one
Two three four etcetera
See what heaven brings

Each line, another

Enjoined to do it
Myself a twitchy voyager
Never again. Alone

Brisk breath

Whenever I skip
My feet get tangled in air
The stuff I should breathe

Moodenial

Dear diary.

As of an hour ago, my temperament has changed. I'm now infinitely happy. From the moment a goateed boofhead drove at me for crossing on the red man, I have been buzzing with thoughts of grace, of the out-and-out equanimity of humankind.

And of the emancipatory effect of running away from such joy-sappers as sarcasm and misanthropy.

Critical courtesy

I held the man's coat
While he destroyed my life
It only seemed right

Savour your saviour

Forever tasted
Good for the first thirty years
Then: tacky, odd-flavoured

Contemporary inspiration

Top (contemporary) artist reveals how to find creative inspiration

• Be cruel to animals. The skittish ones. High finance types.
• Sit in the centre of the town square and repeat the word "love" metronomically. Do this for three days without food or water. Then repeat the word "hate" for six days while eating deep fried food and drinking coke.
• Commit arson in public toilets. Without warning or fire.
• Flirt with your avatar clone. Undress it with your eyes. Then erase its legs and mouth.
  
• Go to a public library and shoot people with cliches. Fill a water pistol with milk and honey and say "for your family" (bang), "your country" (boom), "your god" (blam).
• Recall all the things you wish never to remember. Call people. Ask them to help you forget.
• Reach into a mall shopper's bag and place whatever you find in your mouth. Hold up a sign saying, "I'm taking it hostage; there's nothing you can say or do to get it back".
  
• Perform a simulated sex act with a frozen tuna fish. Whoop it up among bewildered men in gumboots.
  
• Go to the steps of parliament and jump off a 1:5000 model of the Golden Gate bridge.
• Order "a life-affirming experience" at KFC and then laugh maniacally while you clumsily put on a cockroach costume.
• Justify your goodwill to people who loathe you and will not listen. Ask whether this justifies their loathing. When it is clear they are not listening, give them smiles laced with strychnine.
• Recreate the last voyage of the Hindenburg using a plastic bag and ewok figures. Do this on the alter of an important church (e.g. The Morning Show).
  
• Walk around the city with a blank sandwich board. Ask people to promote themselves.
• Sprinkle purified water on the tombstones of violent criminals. Anoint their troubled souls. Say things such as "I love you as a monkey" and "we were all amoeba once".

Rime

Immersive barabarism – the hermeneutics of global corporate imperialism

The man worked close to the pylons, scavenging tackle lost by the pier fishermen above.

One day, he was diving near the head of the pier when he spotted a lovely-looking piece of tackle on the sea bed beneath him. It was a lure. A beautiful, glinting lure.

He ducked down to get it and when he surfaced, a fisherman called out to him. It's mine, he said. That lure is mine.

The man said, how much will you pay me for it? And the fisherman shook his head.

So the man repeated: how much for the lure? How much will you pay? And the fisherman shook his head.

Then there was a long pause while the man cast a look at the fisherman and dog-paddled towards the underside of the pier.

Reaching the pylons, he released the lure and let it fall to the bottom of the sea.

Wry praised

A string gent
I'm pose it hive he wars
Not Rome man teak alley
In valve (ed.) wheat earn e won
Be yon hymns elf
A rood wry praised fool

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Gee Regal

Stands the King of Hivisistan
each foot on a tine raised in time
to the whoop of divine fluorescence

hinsail

hexsail

aggrovigliamento

Uncertain end

In the finish-er
Three options-ah
Forget forget forget

High tea at the tabernacle

Temple is the word
Spoken most in sufferance
Of profundity

And the rest

Vulgarian heart
Pustule reward for years of boiling anger
His kindliness had moved
Mostly to his mind
Or feet
Slow manoeuvrers of one day of one day of one
(Dead) day

Arch Angel Autocad

Your wings give you loft
Yet they are made of plywood
I want to love you

Autocadge

Short slats on the Westside
Catching the afternoon flare
Like a vertical patio
(A vatio)
Can I spot one?

The Church of Antithesis

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It'll be all right?

Prognos Tications
The woman on the corner
Who never goes home

Another purchase my first eBay bidder has made

Brand New Sexy Purple Yoga Ballet Adult Thong Leotard

(I'm selling four pieces of used brown carpet.)

Our little cosmos

As miracles go
This one's worthy of the world
Our little cosmos

War correspondent

A nomenclature:
Nom de plume: Lamentation
Nom de guerre: Laughter

Bourgeois Brush Work

Loose-linen-wearing
Frangipani brush workers
Smeared in the good oil

Exen

Toward the entrance
Spied in a dark uniform
Exiting slowly

Amaze-on

The shipment arrived
Unpackaged inside an hour
A ticking time bomb

Mutual Interment

She lunged at me
Hovering over a hole
We died together

Incessant

The escape in flames
I call out to my maker
"I worked for your dad!"

Old men are okay

Lifetimes of wisdom
In the flit of a fantail
Or it's wary eye

Rockhampton Confidential

Jejune? Assuage?
We cannot know what they mean
Til the flood subsides

Idio could be your temper

Another language
Explained to me in time
I'll never recall