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Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Rowing By Heart

3WW...crinkled demand navigate

my heart
navigates
its little row boat
through mountainous seas
storms and ocean liners
toppled by wake wash and foam
crinkled by demands and assaults
like a pleated fan
floating on the ocean

tied down
with rocks and rope
for some strange reason
it is still unsinkable
it will not die

Sunday, February 26, 2012

The Modern Way



privacy
not needed
anymore
unlike
the animal world
for birthing

an audience
causes great distress
to our furry brothers
and
me

outmoded me
of basic instinct
and controversy

the modern ways
of humans
are mostly
alien
to all of my
sensibilities

sometimes I question
my humanity in
the modern context

calling
calling
is there
another ET
out there?

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Bernini



a nun's orgasm
religious ectasy
at its best

religion
opiate of the masses
when all else fails
fast track to paradise

essential for order
cradle of civilisation
conflict and crisis

cause of wars death
cause of comfort
for those who have
nothing
for those who have
no-one

Friday, February 24, 2012

For The Weekend

I Hear Blue Flutes

A poem using lines from Japanese poet Kakinomoto no Hitomaru.

Hitori kamo nen ( If I'm to sleep alone)
Naga-nagashi yo wo ( So long like this night )
I will think of you

I can still feel you
Your indelible memory
Shidari-o-no ( just flows and flows )

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

BRING BACK KEVIN RUDD





3WW...elastic cancel labor

ding dong the witch is dead
treacherous hairdresser's moll
should return to ambulance chasing

cancel the faceless men
Shorten arsed stalinists
ambitious minions
whose moral compasses are as
flexible as elastic bands

clean out the fascist scum
rebuild the Labor Party
BRING BACK KEV
the democratically elected
leader of the Australian people

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Tankas

Wit

she had it in spades
and offended so many
while loving it all
the picket white fence brigade
sharpened their points attacking

she fell in a heap
decided to write flaccid poems
about bruised petals
the picket white fence brigade
sharpened their points attacking

she got up slowly
gave up poems took up crochet
it was not enough
the picket white fence brigade
sharpened their points attacking