Para

I'm para mayd
Gorn
Can't see you
Bye bye birdy

Reverse

You took feelings
Without asking

Twice

Or feeling

In reverse

A form of treason

Signs of a long war
That sucked everything up

Wasn't that fun

Nothing safe here, nothing sound

Drinky at the drunky

My hips are loose
Everything I've got
Is licks and trips

Bear on a stone
Horizons and moons
Break forward

Behind me is you
Falling

Half nelson

Worry wrestler
Grips you in the morning
Holds on all day

Full stop shop

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Mr Tessel

Announcing

I left my childhood
For other memories

The last lesson over
In the blue rain
We shake and sing

Seven saw the horizon
One wished it gone
Seven called out for more
One said take it slow

This is the story of
The time of
Announcing

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Noital letsnoc

Etare molgnoc

Faint

Given

Drawn by the heat, I stand by the door
My heart finds the place my head has ignored
The rain comes down and to my surprise
Everything I thought I'd forgiven
Is given

I move outside, towards the light
Something's not coming off my tongue quite right
The beetles are blacker than they've been before
Everything I thought I'd forgiven
Is given

Line arrangement

The wolves

There is a sense in which everything is coloured by the in-between-ness of one's life.

Yes.

And that whenever one tries to pick one's self up, one is suddenly brought to a halt.

By the wolves, mother?

Yes. By history. Philip. Ill-positioned cutlery. The whole bally upside down circus that's banged around in my head since the accident.

Popcorn

How long did you wait for your future to arrive?

Long.

Ha! I went home to watch the boxing.

An unwanted bee swarm (or Christ-like kindness)

An elderly Russian couple came on a 40-degree day. They jerked around in puffy suits and barely spoke (to me, in English).

Two weeks later they returned with a jar of honey.

Christ-like opportunism

They took the box of vegies as well as the hand-made bench it was sitting on. But they left the sign 'Free. Please take.'

Title of my first memoir

The Bit I Didn't Need

Or

The Bit I Left Behind

iNeloquence

Left to its own devices
Digital barbarism
Encrypts the cloudy canopy

Who is protecting who
From all this iNeloquence? 
 

Pinch me

I shouldn't crave a gaffe
Or a minor telecommunications hiccup
I shouldn't need a tiff with the flower lady
To remind me that I'm alive

Ill-timed bargain

Recovering from biblical excess
I strolled to the shops
A door flung open
And a woman raced out
Who can you believe
She shouted

The complex ion

A two-way mirror salesman
Is at my door
His arms are full
I hide my complexion
Who is it? I ask
It's you he says
Me? He asks
Yes I say

The Abbott Files Part I

This quote is from occultist, mystic and ceremonial magician Aleister Crowley:

Even as evil kisses corrupt the blood, so do my words devour the spirit of man.
I breathe, and there is infinite disease in the spirit.
As an acid eats into steel, as a cancer that utterly corrupts the body; so am I unto the spirit of man.
I shall not rest until I have dissolved it all.

It is taken from Liber LXV: Liber Cordis Cincti Serpente. (The book of the heart girt with the serpent - or, in contemporary Australian political terms, the book of love squeezed by the python).

Another is from Hans Jaeger, late 19th Century bohemian radical, pornographer, intellectual charlatan and friend of Edvard Munch:

I shall not rest until I have corrupted my entire urban generation, or driven them to suicide.

Jaeger was described by a British critic as a 'fin-de-siecle Viking nihilist'.

Dimplexion

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Me Phist (O)

/ˈsɛmbləns/

Semblance was likely a man
Who looked similar to himself
When he had no one else
To compare himself to

Dark flock

Flocking on a wire
I was giddy watching them
Plunging into air
A simple day
Elevated

Tranquillo

A wild tranquillo
Locked in three different rooms
I can't take it back

Hasty exit

Saved from goodbye
Fragments left on the lino
Near the window sill

Test Tube

Life's a skittle

A zap-size gheko
Skittling towards the shade
Sunshine is on her

Moonlit maggots

Gami from number 2

Announcing Give Corpulence a Kidney Day!

Spool

Speaking strictly industrially,
Poor men and their families
Were spooled into spinning jennys
Before power, productivity, and all those other
Haunting irreversibles
(Could save them)

Reflections 2000

"I just can't see the point of it," says the tax evader's chauffeur.

"I sometimes feel strange," says the plutocrat's doorman.

"I've never understood how the conclusions match the premises," says the corporate raider's chef.

"Parameters, parameters, parameters," says the benefactor's stable hand.

"It started with a kiss," says the gardener's loving wife.