Thursday, May 31, 2018

Kerri Shying R # 463 Wood patten meditation

Wood patten Meditation

Off-centre mitred beams
 and steel this roof,
 a workman's quilt,
 coverlet of metal cord,
 last crib
 before the coffin
 and it's mine.

The yard,
half length,
the breadth,
the deep
is made of shed,
 working bedrock
 left behind
 low tide of
 wrecked here,
 on the shoals.

As I lie flat, sinking
into gravity, I see
the complicated gum tree
snaking past the gutter,
my work-shed
flat behind it,
telling me, come on.

Kit Kelen #881 - not holier than any thou, not singing for the choir

not holier than any thou
not singing for the choir

on so-called political correctness again

but here among amid the fray
just as dark
as down
as hid

and devious
and cunning

not above the laughter
not above cruel fun
and taking it out on
selfish as the next and then some

with insects I've been arbitrary
animals, I've eaten a few
and more than
I admit delicious

I have used the bad chemicals
even on myself sometimes
oooh and it felt good
although suffered something after

made an omelette, I broke eggs
I like to set fire and see burn
tickle you if you come close
I party

I have dirty thoughts
I know that's too much information
I probably smell my age
I can't tell
buggered the shnoz long ago with tobacco

my heart's at least
as dark as yours
teeth are yellow too
there are some secret passages
trap doors

I have hateful thoughts
I won't confess
who'd listen anyway?

I'd like to do unto those ...
slap them about at least

but I am known by right
from wrong

I've often been there
will come again

stretched as head will far
I break the grammar with my tongue

I am a mongrel dog
couldn't be more proud

the precious shit me big time
I say that just for instance
they're sensitive as

and I do that too
I know you do
and wipe
we have no bidet

I am a rough fuck
so you are

and I am enlisted
signed for
stood up
for faith in
what's a vanishing thing

can't see the point
in having all the forest gone
too many of us and nothing to eat
I'm keen on air for breathing too
I think this planet's warm enough
weapons? I don't think we need more of them
not us, not anyone
there's too much money somewhere
chocolate's great, but there must be a limit
I drink coca cola
do you think that the poor might be poor enough now?
I see that you've still got a few screws...
that was very clever

this big wind blows everything off
we just might have caused it
I'm not any kind of scientist
bottom line's I think, don't you?

I'm sickened when songs have a nation
but music can savage

hope against hope
fucking hopeless
I'm old for new tricks
and turn over leaf

yes, I admit I'm a miserable bastard
and no that's not confession
that's just cussed pride

but when the sunshine comes
up all blue above me
I'm moved
I believe
green for the world
I just want to save it
that's all

Wednesday, May 30, 2018

Rob Schackne #665 - "The photo bye-bye"

            The photo bye-bye 
            miss american pie lord
            like a karaoke night
            please tell me to stop
            with a half-life

            of roughly a year
            the shopping trolleys
            left out by the creek

            the grasses waving
            signal strength to noise

            the ratio is pretty low
            black and white
            leave the eyes
            in the glasses case
            I mean to tell you

            you have to see
            they don't last forever

Kit Kelen #880 - no hat requires me now

no hat requires me now

suddenly winter's the middle
we're keeping the fire inside

light's slow
and goes

any sun precious
to roof to scone
the same

comes with a hunger
harder to stretch

expect no news in such conditions
still news comes to me

year's cloud come

and in the dim of rain was
hear trickle down
see shone
as trees for far

and it comes again
be all indoors
for her
for him

cuddle up ice extremities
(your new name)
be intimate (o mine)

balance the world on this edge

time beyond us all lies here

James Walton #100 Even the Broken Things Entreat

Each day the border      
becomes a line of retreat
a swinging vane

declining lids
over the almond iris

reduces to standing space
the things that were once apart

even the broken things entreat

out of their tenacious memory

a daughter’s hand at four
in an acrylic blue kindergarten print
last school bag of a boy’s years

a ragged clay dragon coiled by fire
the chipped koala salt and pepper shakers
texta lines of height on the kitchen door

this house has swallowed a library

now the overdues are called

each box of go or stay
has a notice of acquittal
fares for the van to release

a recusal of all vanities.

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Kerri Shying #462 - listening for flowers

I hadn’t thought   until you said   that time you stayed     
how different  the candles are   that men and women choose   
when the two of you left   I went round all the rooms 
 snout deep in warm wax   in soy grease 

 listening for flowers  

the verdigris  the spots of spice and
citrus  so much vanilla and cinnamon
how right you were    
my taste   seemed awkward
and all sweets

Kit Kelen #879 - ave!


hail full of grace
one flown

forget the words
because I am not here

it's not with words
to know

hail mother was
and a church of her

choir fire
so sings to me

the brightest paint is sunshine
the bluest sky clear air

time runs out
drips from us

best dreams are slept away

tin skin
and flimsy up
but sings

hail one gone
for history
the shell beyond
to show the egg

forget the words
all best unsaid

it's what you taught me
with your eyes
once when I came
to world

Monday, May 28, 2018

Rob Schackne #664 - "Ridden hard" (redux)

Ridden hard
and put up wet
the melancholy bet
survivor of the storm
and the posturing
fruits of the mind
a series of failed utopias
to look forward to
not look back
not angels or devils
not contentment
but a full belly
a short-term feed

Kit Kelen #878 - first notes for an electric forest with gone koalas

first notes for
an electric forest with gone koalas

concerning the plans of government to build forest fed electric power plants along the NSW coast
concerning the government's denial that there are any koalas where koala habitat is being destroyed

first the birds
no irony

you'll see a human face
to them
and who's that ever stopped?

we will survive!
so much of the human spirit there

the forest lives in our lights
in our fridge
it lives in our washing machine

who will survive?
who's not against once had a chance
but we have come for them again

our treaties warm you for a moment
ash then all the air is

who's with me then
for a little pie

like looking for yeti
but harder
this one's Little Foot
widowmaker of legend
(thylarctus plummetus)
miniatures of a terror

first light catches like a web

at first you won't see the smoke
for the trees
you won't hear the saws out of distance

these are long ages mind
before the electricity
the sun was hardly known down here

knock for a door was a tree
a god begging

come for this drunk stumble with me
the blade is a machine now
I pour dinosaur in
and forest

call and the calendar comes
they're all gone

there must be no politics of this

here's the riddle
how is the forest
when it's gone?

of tin and timber, world
o mine!

once used to telling a lie
how effortless it is

I've never seen a koala here
may lightning strike me blind

the forest hangs over itself
as a soot
ash fall
we say the soil was once

they were here before truth
how should we rate their chances after?

every government says
one tree and another lit

because it doesn't matter now
knock knock
how is a forest electric?
that's when you plug it in

wait for them to speak up for themselves

they say there are none
it's wood for the trees

someone is watching with more of a mind

what haunts you here?
who haunts?

here's a hand to stifle scream
another undoes trousers

solemn is this evidence
of how it wasn't me

more hands lent
just this one silence

they mean that stubble comes back
here's the razor

this is your paint
and here is your corner
see how you get on with that