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 object.

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 looked 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

The other tennis champ

Behold the father
His incontinent rages
Signalling no end