Gordy Williams Australian Poetry
The Beadman Top of the morning too ya Do you like what you see? Beads of the world collected by me Come on have a look Come on feel free Normally a dollar ninety each But for you……. Two for three I said sure….. I bet you just say that to everyone that walks by He grinned and turned his head To compensate for his lazy eye He said son betting’s not my business I just collect and thread beads But I too got this feeling You’ve also said that to someone else beside me With that sorted He placed out his hand He said some call me the Beadman At the supermarket the kids call me the Bead Man as well And they tell me if your thirty and don’t know where you’re goin’
Well, you weren’t meant to I said I prefer a stable pain My name is Graham. I drive a blue Volkswagen beetle And I’ll never touch a needle. He said I tell you what I’ve had some problems of late I said yeah I can understand that mate Thing is it’s hard to focus the lens on your self And it’s hard to foresee future health He said try doing it with one lazy eye. I said shit mate As I sighed A lazy eye must surely be a burden He said oh you’d be surprised The more I drink the straighter it gets It’s a small compensation I guess I said yes But travelling by your self Must sometimes get lonely He said yeah But at least I got all my lighters pal I said well, I’m glad you’ve got all that sorted out He said so are you goin’ to buy some bead?
I can thread it for ya if you need? I said nah I’ll be right He said I guess that’s just how this business goes then isn’t it? I said you are right Beadman ‘cause this conversation is finished.
Aunty An aging mind Unable to use up her time, Retreats to her green cardigan again With one finger raised to the sky She points How long will we persist? How long should we persist? Loneliness in a lonely place Makes things slow you know It’s a pity God doesn’t talk back And her heartaches know that too Yes the heartaches know that too Loosing her mind takes up her time And she can see her cardigan is wearing thin Sitting sipping her tea The day becomes dissolved God has his reasons She’ll never complain And the cancer inside is easier to hide And better left unresolved No words need be said When you’re old and broken You’ll still sleep were ever you’re taken But she can’t get through a sentence let alone a day And the heartaches know that too
Yes the heart aches too Boxed away all alone she prays Again waiting for them to ring the next of kin...
As Edgy As a Man Who Missed Parol As edgy as a man who just missed parol Whoop whoop there goes me dole…..cheque 1, 2 Look back sideways and in front of you … yeah. My name is Paul Not at all Very well built Head leaned forward With a bit of a tilt I try to hide my pride Hide my guilt Like an unwanted mongrel In a Scotsman’s kilt Whoop Whoop Fark Here come the cops And I’m packmen enough gear To get an army off chops And keep em up for weeks Inflicting grievous bodily harm
To Saddam Or anyone like him Especially Osama bin laden You see I was no real crim I had committed no ugly sin And this where it all begins My execution was right on time Like a Zinadene Zadan through ball down the line Not prepared to sacrifice my goal I ran and hid like a mole in a hole I would hold my breath until the death Then go back, Back to the swine’s Back to the pig styes You see I had borrowed some bread And the sharks were circling my bed I woke up with a rifle To my head And they said You’ve got two days or your gunna be … Chained to a motor at the bottom of the sea Choice is yours Think about it Paul………
An infinite playful tune An infinite playful tune Higher bond laws of love, light and colour Uplifting, spine tingling, Free spiralling harmonies Accepting Her for the way it is Resonating inside universal hum Energy fields, a way to feel Unleashing, releasing Listening, not thinking Octaves, patterns, Geometrics Networked electrics Waves of cyclic booming perception Manifestations of the moon, magic and mind Harnessing a flow Pulsing to a beat Accepting not fighting Awake or dreaming
Aid of Cane African young men Fighting for survival Hunger is their rival The sun don’t shade their trees And they never heard of dyslexic ADHD Loose minds survive Race alive Clarity of head Makes sure they are fed White, young men Detention No teacher’s friend Get them on the medicine And the more chalk dust that gets up their nose The more pills they’ll have to swallow Loose minds crippled Threshold tripled Young men tamed You will behave Given aid of cane.
Oral in Eden Adam and eve in the Garden of Eden Adam was begging for some oral pleasin’ Thinking this wasn’t all quite right Eve was little unsure But was soon convinced to get on her knees And start kissing his balls She was a fast learner and caught on real quick Working her way up the shaft of his dick Then within in a flash She attacked it like a duck to water And after eight good lengths Adam had filled her with the weight of his mortar Adam felt it was then only fair to offer a return favour But as he neared he began feeling hesitant to its favour Adam suggested he wasn’t that brave And Eve had better fix up that smell and possibly shave Eve wandered off a little disheartened As she made her way down to the river and parted Washed herself up and down and in between Till she was sure the whole area was clean Walked back up the hill and resumed position Watched as Adam approached with indecision
He smelt with caution and said Mmm yes oh that’s a lot better that’s terrific! Now I think I‘m actually prepared to get down there and lick it But tell me Eve before I bury my face in your lady well How the hell did you get rid of that God awful smell? She said, ‘don’t worry about it’ with haste As her bottom lip began to quiver I just went down the hill and washed it all out in the river ‘Oh no’ said Adam ‘oh no, You didn’t, did ya? You can’t be serious not the river’ Eve questioned why? ‘What have I done? Is it something bad? What’s going on?’ Adam shook his head and yelled back obviously upset…… ‘For fuck sake Eve, Now all the fish’ll smell like that.’
A tropical tempest A tropical tempest relentless as passion, Breathes deep in the jungle rain. Pulsing the weight of the waves Thoar’s almighty roar is exhaled. I storm for you. Such is my love
A lazy Tuesday Arv A lazy Tuesday arv’ In need of a bus I rounded the corner I saw her…….. Gorgeous. Laced in the suns mellow winter rays You glowed with a touch of heavenly grace. That’s when it hit me My heart began to race Such beauty, Sorry, I couldn’t help but stare. Gently the wind danced through the shades of your long blond hair. So stunning So lovely Should have joined you for a durry. Too little, Too late. The buses don’t wait. You quickly moved on. Softer, Sweeter, Gorgeous… Gone.
A dull ache Slowly feeding this soft buzz more poison Here we go again my illegal friend Adapt and respond to this freefall ridge drop Enjoy, enjoy Enjoy the rocks Confused curse Pain is preconceived I do I remember Justify with logic later As this threshold takes its hold Takes its toll Takes control Nursing a dull ache No sale on the one thing that’s left Every fish has its depth Peel it off Watch it drown
Beautiful Suffering Victims (The handshake without meaning) You to me… My brain is swollen For tomorrow is amongst The more troublesome thoughts of this morning I unloaded a guys shed full of wood He gave me a rabbit trap for my efforts Nice bloke really…. Had a rough trot Two hernias, third child’s in a humidity crib They’re feeding him 1 ml of liquid a day Incredible what technology has allowed to survive A lot to think about on the downside of a weekend gone wrong Like too many people to visit Too many people to go to their house And sit at the coffee table And chat about her and that And what’s gunna happen next and all the rest I thought about going to one of those motivational clinics
But just never got round to it What I want to do is write something a bit different Not so symmetrical and painful….. Like quite people in the land of cappuccino Sugar milk froth conversations Like instead of killing time we should preserve it Preserve time, read the signs No standing at anytime Stay in bed Go to sleep Don’t use alarms that beep, beep, beep Kill all birds that keep you up for weeks If you commit an ugly sin don’t slaughter a sheep Or a lamb Or pay any attention to a man with a knife in his hand Now I got two girls at twelve o’clock One with a fat arse The other shaped like an hour glass Just then my girlfriend hits me on the phone……hello She’s back home feeling alone That’s not my fault She should know you gotta treat infection with salt Don’t let it festa Give it lots a resta Don’t walk all over the country side And back to the land you reside
It’s a waist of time Read the signs No standing at anytime… Don’t long to be short Stay clear of government wrought Don’t whinge to much Never skip lunch Keep your stomach churning It is better than a nose that’s burning Be fair pay your fare Don’t treat cigarettes like a family pet The more you do the more they look like you Keep the colour in your skin Avoid the three day binge Tread water Keep your eyes and mouth above water This planet should be called planet water Want wish and pray for everything you need Stay away from chook feed As a matter of fact Don’t have anything to do with chickens Dirty, dirty chickens
Choose Pain Wisely Where is the pride in being nowhere near? Juggling seems a lot harder up here Balancing on a fence of choice Rambling in fear is a troubled voice I’ve seen you here But we’ve all lied. Lucky for you it’s just a ride Potential images flash and tease If you don’t knock you’ll need keys Interesting in all Insignificant at best There are no promises It’s just a guess If you can keep quiet the lessons are free Just stay calm, watch me.
The Theme Of Catcher In The Rye The theme of catcher in the rye Never felt more real These young men with all the potential under the son Discouraged….. and I wouldn’t just say that ‘cause they’re listening But the blood bones and brawn, Don’t need to waste away And welcome the dawn in a deflated state A gloomy cloud you just under, Unable to move quickly enough To beat the dark downfall I want to tell all of them, there is a reason behind a promise to stay sober To work towards combating trouble Before the chemicals chew the best parts of you Such raw excellence, Every one of them… Just need some direction Some assistance
Someone to say it’s ok And the garbage has a place to be Besides the forefront of your incredible minds Magic minds All this you want to understand Will still be there tomorrow No matter how high you get It won’t better any of it Brazen before the hangovers fall An academy for all Before the angle of death is regrettable called
Carpy Well I rocked up to a river Lookin’ for a morning catch I grabbed a hold of my worm box And flipped up the tiny tin latch I said “Aye, little fellas, for today I’m your early morning bird.” But they were talking to themselves so I don’t think they really heard. I shook ‘em up a bit To loosen the dirt from their dreams Picked out a winner And threw it in the stream. His friends, struck with grief Went into a wriggling fit. But I was so fucking hungry by now I didn’t give a shit. He dangled and twitched on that line While I thought about being full. I prayed he would end up with a proper girl fish From the right kinda school. I whistled while I waited To keep the bird theme going My stomach unimpressed Buckled in a knot and began groaning. “Jesus” I said As a nibble became a bite on my eager rod
He had found that special someone Prepared to take all of him in their gob. I pulled and tugged feriously With furrows creased all over my brow This beauty was doing really well To keep the remnants of my mate swallowed down… From under the bridge the town bum stirred For he had been awoken from his bender. He sat up Scratched at his neck infection And had a chunder. He mumbled a mess of words That ended in give us two bucks Then wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his Salvation Army tux. I got no money for you I replied. Look at me, I’m catching breakfast. You must have me confused with someone who owns oil wells in Texas. Why don’t you come over here and give us a hand You filthy old prick If we get this sucker out together ill give you a little bit But as he approached I began to regret the conditions of my offer. The reek alone gave me the strength to pull that fish from the river. So there we stood Looking down at the end of my rod with a laugh
Cos sure enough Baited and hooked Was a thumping big old Carp. The bum sorta grunted for a while I got my breath back and sighed. The carp thrashed a few more times Then gave up and died I patted carpy lightly On the belly And said “Today you’re going to be food” It was no ocean delarcacy served on silver But at least it was something to chew.
Blood for auction Lust in a plastic box Yearning for guilt The Chinese whispering Cascade fiasco Busted ankles A paralysis tic in your sandals Oh let it rain Dear lord Country needs rain Country needs respect But the city folk Won’t listen until there is no yolk For their soufflé And there is no bread on the shelves And Raymond Romano isn’t that funny When you are really, really hungry Like travelling on roads which you can’t breathe Seeing the irony in fighting for peace Being robbed of a minutes assembled silence Because of the mobile telephone virus Lead foot fines Immigrants with three wives
The way to say something The actions to prove it Positively charged Getting charged Negative come down Men in wedding gowns Drinking green tea Living in sin or pleading guilty Being your own judge water boy and jury Believing in your own isolated theory Bombed schools and landmines under your feet Paying off loans with loans for a dirty receipt Extinction beneath the ground The history of what we’ve found The eternal unpacking of the dishwasher The long movie and the very bad kisser And beards are a great party conversation too And you’ll listen but you won’t take it in Hopefully bits will be left to pick out Of your chin in the morning Enough to warrant a coffee and a lift home Or a ‘quick as I can be’ call from a home phone. Black and White Bird It was black and white bird He tapped on my window
I assumed he had something to say It was a black and white bird I can’t believe what I heard He was just attacking his reflection that day …it probably wasn’t even a he I can’t sit still on the floor anymore Maybe that’s when I lost my youth I can’t really draw any good anymore It just ends up like shit I lent him my CD – he didn’t have very many Took him eight years to admit he scratched it We were smashed When he told me And I owed him some money So things seemed pretty friendly …………we were both wearing hats that night Even though they were dying The roses smelt sweet Petals fell on my table They made me feel better It was a kind sort of gesture I kept them in a room away from the bees ……..and their suicidal tendencies
Birthday Poem for Dad Well its another year down Another notch to the barrel You possibly receive a shirt And other gifts of general apparel With a slight twist of the wrist You toast the night And sit down to treat The voices of your appetite You give Grace to a Loving God And bless the food to your bod But according to Daniel You should wait till the meal is finished To see if anyone’s health has quickly diminished But it’s with people who care And people you love And that always make a difference To the quality of the grub So you return a few smiles Bounce back a story or two Remember the time so and so Left his dog tied to the Ute
And it’s a good old feeling Defence barriers dissolved All other problems Put happily on hold And you deserve it Dad So pull up stumps for the day But keep your bat straight tomorrow Cos your half tun’s not far away Keep being true Keep running the good race Keep the veins from protruding The lining of your face Enjoy your unique special day To reflect on your roots Even though you probably Share the same date With 48 million gooks Love Jordan
Bike Ride So he decided to go for a ride On his brand new blue and white push bike. He had only just moved to Sydney He didn’t really know his way round the city. But it wasn’t far to go It wasn’t far to peddle. The only problem being, Do you take the bridge or go the tunnel? There’s got to be signs he thought As he made his way out of North Ryde Either that or I’ll ask directions Surely there will be someone to ask a few questions Now it was hot. It was real hot. It was hot and sticky. Growin’ up in the country the air was dry there was none of this humidity Matter of fact a lot of things were different to what he considered the norm Like he had to learn to stop himself from waving every time he heard a horn. Cos it was never anyone he knew or even anyone who looked like they wanted to. Just cranky assholes shaking their fists and putting up their middle finger like this…
But that was OK cos he’d had worse And it was amusing to watch bitch and whinge and curse. You see there were other things on his mind, He was on a mission to the University of New South Wales Where according to his mate there was a whole heap of available good looking young gals. Fuelled by the thought he got up out of his seat and started peddling like a bastard He figured the quicker he got there the sooner he would be with these girls and getting plastered. He grimaced, flared his nostrils and bit down on his lip Provoking a passing smart ass to yell out “Push harder mate, your fucking mum did!” That one was pretty good he laughed and sat back in his seat Although it didn’t top the guy who pegged a bag of hot chips at him last week. A few Ks later the bridge was now in sight And he decided what a glorious sight it would be, cruising over the harbour bridge and looking down on Sydney. But he didn’t see a sign or anyone to ask the way There were just toll gated and merging cars; somehow he ended up in a Taxi lane. And as a cement wall slowly built beside him he realized he was not headed up But down. Not only that, but worse still, there was nowhere to turn
‘round. At first the tunnel was going alright, he was excited 84kms an hour- on his bike! Perfect slip stream, full head of steam, Glancing over that the car beside him he grinned, The driver unsure how to respond just nodded and rubbed his chin. He felt real good. He felt real equal. Now that he was travelling at the same pace as these Sydney people. But as the downward slope began to turn into an incline There ended the enjoyment of his ride. For in front of him was a long dark hill And as the fumes filled his lungs he began to feel ill. He wanted to get out of there badly. He panicked and started peddlin’ madly But the harder he pushed the deeper that pain set in His vision got blurry His head began to spin Wobbling back and forth Tryin’ to keep left of the line He cursed his self for not looking at a map And instead relying on fucking signs! But he had to keep on going Going up. He was determined he would not give up. He was giving the bike all he could But his legs felt like dead, sick, wet, rotting wood…
Thankfully and finally he made it through. With lungs full of poisonous gasses and legs limp with lactic acids He wanted to either die or spew. He chose the latter of the two. Glorious chunks of triumph (and lunch) Colourfully painted the Sydney pavement And there he sat laughing and hugging his bike In cold white Hollow eyed Amazement.
Better Saved than Sorry One last slap Can you lend me some beans Little gold magical beans Designed to loose One last slap I see red But it’s all black. Gamble and deal with it Don’t think twice. Machine verse man. Poisoning the hand. One hundred and fifty thousand times a minute Slap, slap, slap Slouched misery Hypnotic stare A bottomless pit One last slap, one last slap You can win your soul back We entered with nothin’ We’ll exit the same It’s a one line hit It’s your last bet.
Been going to this same party for 12 years (and that s not at all depresing) His entrance was good He made his way to the table of food Reached for an olive Tried to look solid Scanned the room and made a quick mental note Of any women with an Adams Apple in their throat Spat out the seed in his hand Grabbed a couple of pink serviettes Made his way over to the lounge Where in sat his mates. The room smelt sweet at this stage There was none of that foul animal taste. All the ladies with proper posture Al blokes still aware they’d loose to Kostya But drink by drink
Started to change the way everyone started to think Polished floorboards And 12ft ceiling Gave that free onward and up head space feeling A cackle erupted Someone fell of their chair An open window whistled a warning through the air. It was the point of no return. A lesson you thought by now would have been learnt. The livers clocked on to begin their over time work And everyone went completely beer, Left with a different walk to when they came in Slept for a bit longer on Sunday Then started their week again.
Concert day It was concert day but more concerning than the heavy beating Of a well miked drum kit and a penetrating vocal display Was his first love………… The sixteen year old girl That had spun the red ribbons of his romantic world The girl he had learnt to love…. She text him on the phone He waisted little time Jumped on a train Hadn’t even shaved Ticket in his back pocket Brain ballooned with excitement He guessed he was ready Clicked clack his mind was racing like the train Across those tracks Direct on time, with pace, on target This would be a night he’d never forget Room 8 level 4…. His knuckles wrapped to the rhythm Of his heart on the door
And there she was Stunningly gorgeous So clearly defined If looks could kill He would have died But he didn’t….. He took a breath in deep Gave her a smile and kissed her on the cheek But oh no, they were not alone Fellow concert goers sat half plastered against the far wall Proving as a useful icebreaking tool He played the role of the interested fool “Oh really wow, I didn’t know that Seriously….you’re kidding me Is that a matter of fact? 10 ….20 minutes had passed And he was still talking out his arse Finally a great idea Concert t –shirts, lets get some Magically they disappeared Now alone with just the radio on He lent over her to turn it down Her scent took him to the clouds
He only got half way through saying Isn’t that radio on a bit too lou……dohhh Embracing the moment and embracing their past They embraced each other again at long last.
Dear Dad Fathers Day Salutations to you. My lifetime’s worth of thanks. For your love and understanding. And the me that comes from you. For your wisdom and your patients And all the good you do‌ The steady helping hand To hold the glue as I mend. My Anchor My Dad My Father My Friend.
Empty Canister Slice, Hack A machete track. The sharp sounds of a metallic flash. Clearing a path, clearing away Cutting up jungle like rotary blade. Keep going Keep moving. Keep your mind of the blue and red bruising. The taught ballooning The schizophrenic debating The heat and all the hallucinating. You holler out You’re as wild as colour You just need to cool down and drink some water Just a swig, just a sip Anything to stop you from licking your lips. Lunge, hack You’re seeing the worlds through a cataract Purple legs and scolding souls Each step burns like red hot coals Deal with it man, Don’t squawk like the birds If you’re going to yell something, yell real words.
Strike, hack Feet start slipping on this jungle track Lost and exposed in all four seasons You’re preparing an apology speech to Jesus Hoping he’ll listen to you and your reasons Hoping he has time for an up until now heathen. Broken black, battered sore. You’re loosing your grip on this tug of war The pain hits you like a slamming door. Your eyes are bugged Your throat is raw You’re on your knees You begin to crawl Man, I ain’t never seen you this fucked up before.
Earths blood Parasitic virus Ants before rain Soon to be washed away Big city living Ants before rain Soon to be washed away Big engines grind through tension Sitting beside yourself and you’re tense Long corridors Keeping the people to themselves Expression of direction In decision making chairs Lonely angel from the mountain With an apple for the teacher Has it all been said and done Earths blood.
Drugs in the brain (as opposed to sitting in the sattie) Drugs in the brain (as opposed to sitting in a sattie) Is in many ways the same as the opening of doors and the entering of rooms. Similarities between the two can be used to better grasp an appreciation for the matter at hand. Lock in, lock out. Enter the realms of the previously unknown Engage in new awareness. Because when there is a door there is a way in. And when ever there is a drug there is a way out.. Remembering, obviously, the more general the statement and the more it incorporates, the closer to the truth it becomes. For example, when stimulated the mind is capable of accessing a larger pond of knowledge that can be made to flow freely into every thought and incorporated into every decision.
Hence, omni presence. Imagine a brain capable of embracing all knowledge and perspective Of reaching a total state of realisation and an absolute view on reality‌. Rules don’t constrict- they specify. Jesus, unassisted, Synthetically unassisted was on this cord of thinking for 30 years. 33 years. His brain was cutting the keys To unlock the flood gates of spirituality By tapping into the super unknown. A pill is just a $40 dance lesson.
Don’t Wear White Shoes to Interviews. It’s the strangest secret in the world. The path that leads to a bag of pearls. All the things you’ve ever wanted. All financial worries sorted. Yes, you may fall. But at least you’re going forward Remember one day this’ll all be rewarded So, stand up straight. Wipe the dirt from your palms. Don’t be looking like you ring bells from a tower in Notre Dame. In this world you can only break yourself against the law. And it’s often the last key in the bunch that unlocks the door. ‘ Read all the self help books you think you can handle, Stop walking around with long hair and sandals. Stop shopping at Saint Vincent De Paul, And go but a suit from a proper store.
Be polite and proactive as positively sure of your self as you can Put your shoulders back Get a haircut Apply product And become “Metrosexual Man” Don’t wear white shoes to interviews Don’t ask if they have a daughter Avoid all sentences ending in “Well, after all, we are about 70% water!” Don’t quote anything from a poem Don’t ask to look at their mobile phone. And if you do get the job Go straight to the bank and get yourself a home loan. ‘Cos you’re a new man now. Of determination, courage and vigour. And if you eat nothing but cabbage for every meal You’ll pay it all pack even quicker. Put your watch ahead of time Have cold showers to clear the mind Smell the cork from every bottle of wine And never believe anything about your star sign Read the back of envelopes Respond with amusing anecdotes Count syllables with correct math Don’t half rhyme words like laugh. Make a list of careless thoughts Try and keep the list short.
Greet everyone you met by telling them they smell terrific And give them a good old double pump smile hand shake Try to ignore your sexual preferences And avoid getting hitched Cos you’ll never know when you’ll have to stay back late… And suck the boss’s dick. (also for a nice patriotic touch while under the desk on the floor offer when done to hum the national anthem on their balls) Remembering, if ever questioned on the sudden rise of your corporate climb To never Ever Underestimate the power of denial.
Dear Woman Can you fight it can you bite it back? Whispered allegiance between us I thought we agreed on a promise You know I didn’t deserve to be punished For not coming back For going down a one way track You saw what was left Not enough Not nearly enough for a forty day dyslexic malnourished event of cigarettes, bad breath and the most dangerous jungle jousting Although, I agree I can feel you pain I can taste your distain I am aware we’re all at the same depth down here In our lack of knowledge and our stirring of the porridge And that explains why our safe haven has become nothing like a vintage rolls Royce You said the full moon made you experience the run of a lunatic That blue moons were true and helpful and that the man in the moon looked like me Or could be related to me And that it made you more comfortable about engaging in the realms of nudity
And so like every other time before I would wait patiently while your gibberish flowed Sometimes you would go so close to expressing the full range of emotions Your eyes and your disguise you should have just owned up Did you….no You knew it was venom you were spitting Did you ever admit it….no Surely your throat must have gotten raw All that yelling All that loud directing of people to their place They looked at you so queer If they said “Fuck Off” you didn’t care It was in one ear and out the other You liked it when two people had a go at each other Didn’t you? But square one never seemed so frequently visited or overdone Was my welcome over done? Burnt charcoal roasted You told me it was just a cap gun Harmless you’d say Only for a bit of kinky foreplay For when I was ready
I’m glad I never turned you on Your too full on as it is You weird spastic bitch. What sort of housewife owns a flame thrower? Dear woman You’ll never contemplate a great escape Your too frustrated You brains been too heavily grated Day in day out I go fishing for a response All I hear it kaplonk reel hoist kaplonk I never uses to have to pick you brain You used to tell me all about your day If it was troublesome Id give you some Panadol medicine I didn’t like you having to decide when to crack them for your self And I always tried to trace back over those faded lines Funny the things you eventually re-draw The colour might have changed And the patterns mightn’t be the same But the outline is still quite clear The shape of the occasion The sharpness of the edges The distinct smell of smoking Benson and Hedges
Twelve o’clock on a Saturday at the pub for beer and wedges The undressing in the salad The bitting of our first apple.
Dear sir knight In a story from a high A red and white flag waves The princess climbs spiralled stairs No one to listen to a Thursday tale Come down, come down Let me wear that crown Princess you are beautiful I will wait for your wave Circling this fortress of stone pillars Stone pillars and masked men killers I keep my horse trotting He breaths heavy for you too Please princess let down your hair Let my words be what you wear Let the sediment of this movement Circumvent a tune Or the rhythm Or the seventh day song Or what ever it is that’s wrong What is wrong? Peace to you dear night Peace to your courage for a fight But you’re not worth answering
Your dreams of fantasy They contradict reality Be calm Please this is for the best Go conquer some other quest Don’t protest Please this is for the best Ride back across the field Back to your home Back to your own castle of stone Please leave Please let me be The winds must have blown the sincerity from my voice Either that or your prefer the girls to the boys But princess let me tell you As sure as I am here So too am I past all this rejection and fear Of distant love Of arms that are long Of hands that are gloved Of resistance Of unfinished business You take your self so seriously You think I’m going to give up this easily Oh Knight, what can I say it’s no crime to hesitate In matters of the heart the mind must stay sharp Your requests are second best You can work out the rest
Goodnight sir night Peace to your courage for a fight But now I must retire And bathe my body by an open fire So either scale the wall Before the nights fall Or surrender your desire That is my condition And that sir night is your mission
Daisy Fur Man walking down the road Guitar strapped tight Cause he’s far from home Coat hangers In his brain Dress the music Then store it away. In this world of unfound land Some money Cost too much In his world of unfound land He takes his time Without a watch. He knows a picture ain’t made From just one colour. Cos he paints on occasion. Yes a picture ain’t made from one colour Otherwise he wouldn’t bother. Everything taught at school Was just brain co-ordination. So he got a guitar instead of a job and a car And he still paints on occasion.
Cooking for one He has learnt what is not His clothes hang Scarecrows liked the look Heat it up, stir well, long day, living hell Eight times strikes the clock Time is what he has got But a recorded message is what you’ll get Intended or not Sanity depends on his ability To hide what is not Time is what he has got But getting use to something Don’t now make it alright Giving grace on the lounge in the ads A full moon with no answer
Feeding a Bum Fan Club Life on the streets is a “yes please” And a “thank you so much” once They’ve been handed their free meals…… These manners almost lost and forgotten Are fumbled together and left awkwardly on the counter As the line rewards their wait with a turn And the hot water for their coffee is like a burning addiction As it boils inside the walls of an angry urn. A free feed, all you can eat, Come sit on our wiped down disinfected seats. Try and keep your eyes in your sockets And your stash in your pockets Cause stomachs large or stomachs small All must obey the bold print on the wall. No drugs, no violence, no making a racket, You’ll have to go outside to fight someone for their jacket. Try and not nod off but if you do that’s ok The ladies behind the bain-marie Will pack up ya grub for when you wake up And then you can take it away.
Cross eyed, black eyes, bad breath and or teeth, We’ll never know if you’re legitimately homeless Or just a budgeting thief What are you going to do to prove it…? Show us your licence…. “Yeah this is me and where I don’t live And where my house isn’t……” Or maybe you could provide a stat dec With a J.Ps signature on it. But you can’t vet charity it ruins the concept It’s as rude as being born with a pair of forceps Some Bums say its places like this that keeps them liven on the streets, I say it doesn’t matter where you are… You should always wash your hands and feet before you eat.
Foot Wound A drunken spar Both brawlers somewhat charged A kick to the edge of the kitchen cupboard Gashes his foot It hurts to look They can see all the tendons. His mate says “Mate, that hole needs a mendin’” They ran it under the outside tap His foot filled up with water Pain was like the most slanty eyed wincing kinda torture. Palmin’ the wound with downward pressure He told his mate he gotta see a Doctor. His mate offered to stitch it him self His foot began to spasm with the thought of his help. “Nah mate I’ll be right Just wrap that bandage round tight. Call a cab, C’mon this ain’t funny, I got no money Don’t make me hobble all the way to the hospital Just look at my face The agony is true I’d help you out if it was you”. Six days later infection set in.
His mate said “That looks gangrene” He said “You better go back to the hospital my friend And by the way you still owe me that ten” Six hours wait, For six minutes treatment Sanity was sliding. It was hard to keep it. His foot looked angry And so did he, He was hungry There was nothin’ to eat. All that waiting for a packet of pills and a needle He prayed to God this time it would heal. They said to him “Be patient, patient. Everything happens for a reason”. He snapped, and said, “Never have I heard something so pointless fucked up and irritating” He said “Go get me my drugs, I’m sick in the head waitin’ I’m sick of all your procrast….. Oh, I’m sorry. I’ve frightened you. I know it’s not your fault. I know you’re only doing you best to keep this boat a
float. But listen lady, I been waiting here a quarter of a day And I never heard of gangrene that just hopped off and went away. So please, please Get me a Doctor. I really don’t want to have to grab your hair And put your head through this computer. I’m serious. I won’t ask again. You got until the count of ten. One, two- bit stupid, I would have moved. Three, four, That’s better run towards the door. Five, six, seven, I ain’t going to count to eleven. Nine and ten- and G’day Doc. Right on time! How are ya? Good, ya self?”
For every single time For every single time I didn’t respond To a welcomed wish gone by For the countless hours of magic within me I let lay wasted in controversy I wanted to share my love To give your shoulders a gentle rub But instead here we stand facing each others Passing glance Each microsecond a telepathic hypnotic trance I wanted to handover my guard Wanted to laugh with you and a child To be unaffected By others rattling Hoping what was expected Left love unelected We kissed in the shadow of a shooting star I had never seen anything like you before I still vividly recall all the details A beautiful combination Unable to find the configuration Dancing under moon beams Night time is when I saw you best Check mated by the decisions of a lifetime
You rode breathless on mattress So go now sleep soundly Tell the ghost of our past To move around gently Let our bodies enjoy this small space in time While we lay here safely side to side
Given Circle of friends Old men One round weathered table. Dealing cards Sand in toes. Four of a kind Clear their mind Before breakfast ‘round one table. One round, round table. Waddling back to the sea Randominity. Playing with what has been given Waves are bobbed and not ridden. We shuffle cards Re shuffle cards We shuffle shuffle cards Re shuffled cards. Playing with what has been given. Waves are bobbed and not ridden.
God part IV I don’t believe in the magazines I don’t believe in the goss. I don’t believe in the bookies odds Unless I’m on that horse I don’t believe in gypsies Or a glowing crystal ball If you wanna know you’re future That’s what yesterday was for I don’t believe what martyrs say With a jacket full of bombs To think that is the way up stairs Is thinking something wrong I don’t believe in a parliament With a meaningless hand shake Every promise made to you You know their going to break I don’t believe in rituals With animals brought to die Jesus came to end all that Right after Malachi I don’t believe in corporations Using fear to seel Marketing monopolies
Designed just for themselves I don’t believe in progress Sucking dry our earth Drunkards of technology Raping her for all She’s worth I don’t believe in circumcision Leave those kids alone If it really that important Take some more off of your own I don’t believe in philosophy From eyes like dinner plates Preaching all you need is love And to buy some off their mates I don’t believe in aliens And what they do with probes It’s just another ploy To lock us tighter in our homes I don’t believe in superstition I don’t have lucky socks And if I was to build a home I would build upon rocks But I yes I believe in God.
Gone to be with Lord I’m sure in the long grass And the tall trees of the country Where you were born Cicadas sing in chorus for you today They rejoice in the beautiful blessings You’ve brought into peoples lives And your inspiring devotion to the almighty Lord And if you close your eyes And still your mind When the wind and the weather is just right You’ll hear their faint whisper reminding you Of a wonderful and rewarding life God bless
Good areas Two brothers on their way to school and walking Up the hill from their home an yawning A beautiful morning, Splendid in fact Mums lunches bouncing around in their backpacks. Older says to younger “What a day, not a cloud in the sky. Sure does fell good to be alive.” Younger responds “Yes, it does feel good But I’m afraid you’re wrong. Cos there is one. And it’s right up there next to the sun.” Big bro takes the bait And believes his brothers lie He looks up and screams in pain “Oh, my fucking eyes!”
Goodbye Lightning through my veins I got half a mind to die So I won’t ever have to say goodbye In winter we were weavers of warmth In summer we were carpenters of love If blue prints were too sad We could paint them yellow
Growing pains Designing his weekend in his head Smiling and lying on his bed Is a teenager. Standing guard in the kitchen Cooking that nights dinner Is his mother. Knowing he’s got bucklies of leaving the house He figures he’ll have to use a bit of nouse Not so much long winded arguing But more so strategic bargaining So with a big bag full of clothes And bits and pieces of whatever He figures tonight he’ll try something clever He struts up to his mum in the kitchen And says “O.K,. see ya. Just spending the week at Mitch’s’” “No you’re not” Mum snaps back “A whole week dear lord,” She starts cutting up the veggies a bit harder on the chopping board “A whole week, you’re kiddin’, Why don’t you just go downstairs
And watch some television” Leaving enough time to appear Hurt and upset He then went and asked again “Well what about 3 or 4 days Come on mum that’s not so bad Surely you can understand” “3 or 4 days you must think I’m crazy She said as she stirred the gravy Listen it’s just not gunna happen You better just go back to your room And start unpacking” Leaving another disappointed pause He used his feet to scruff up the floor “O.K mum how about I just go for tonight…..” He waited without looking up Fearing she had called his bluff But to his surprise Mum’s tone changed And she replied…. “Well O.K I guess it’s all right For just 1 night.” And before she could realize What had been done He was out the door and long gone….
Haikus Our little kisses As warm as a rainbows promise Arrived with butterflies. Itchy telephone Scratching everyone I know Hello how are you? Deeply etched habits Like objects spinning is space Only God could holt Abuse hurled at me Like poison darks to the neck Dropt me to me knees. Light like an Angel Transparent to sunshine Wishing dark away. My back is a crane A noisy bird perch by night An income by day. A pseudo sales man Just like the rest of them Hopes you buy the lie.
Candy rots the teeth Hollow like a back pocket Out the dentists door. People do not see I am a Jedi until It is far too late. Two girls saw the world Snug in each others pockets Hand in hand best friends On a river back A dandelion they blew Anna and Andrew. Busted split up vows The tolerable man walks She was not the one. Laughed a lot at nothing Freefell absent of chute Face planted cold rocks. If you claim to be Let the reigns drop by your side Freedom is the taste. When I laugh, you cry The sun and the moon saw Burning up inside
We were in loud love An exceptional target Cupid shot eyes shut. One year has passed I know I still feel the same Every second thought. Left the night alone Spent the best part of my day Trying to keep sain. Domesticated Animals of wilderness Spoon fed for gawking. Life on earth on edge Disasters of certain death Above and below. A repulsive skinny Demon of a man dressed in Red chicken feathers Our photo album Burnt in flames blue black and brown Won’t be seen again Clean ironed words came From coat hangers in the brain The crowd was impressed
Haunting Spirits Haunting spirits Touch and fill the soul A vial and perpetual feeling takes control Nailed and withdrawn it drifts though the bones Drains my demander I’m lost at home.
Her face There is nothing to tell There is nothing… Taut and swollen veins Ripened to split As the rate of carnage Ploughed up her heads Pulped mess Seeds of punishment Sown heavy handed and deep Were planted and pounded With jolting jackhammer speed. Bound by the chain round her neck Dark shadows is all that’s left Bound by the tears left unwept Dark shadows is all that’s left No healing grace Could weed or replace That sunken sorry face There is nothing to tell There is nothing….
I love cats Was just getting a chew Had nothing else to do A little walk to the shops Kickin’ at a few rocks Hands in my pockets Minden my own business A little exercise is good for my fitness Meow… what? That’s a cat. Meow…. Oh yeah there’s no doubt about that. I looked around to pin point the sound But there was not a cat to be found I had a horrible vision Thought to myself ‘nah you gotta be kidding’’ Shook my head and had a laugh Walked over to this ladies car Approached with a wave and a smile She yelled, get back stay away from my child I said “umm, excuse me hello” She quickly wound up all the windows I tried to explain She told me to get the hell away. Too bad too sad for that cat It was probably someone’s favourite pet
Trapped up inside that cars bonnet Bubbling away in its own warmed up cat vomit By that stage I had had enough The smell of that cat was getting pretty rough While I went off to get a tin of spaghetti That cat was becoming a Chinaman’s delicacy And I’m sure tomorrow when I go back to get the local paper It will read, “One cat dead inside automotive jaffle maker.”
Idle idiom Slow revs a slow gear change Idle idiom Years of wisdom misunderstood Idle idiom A moderate pace an open road Idle idiom Balanced extremes an even flow Idle idiom We only did it once Cause once was enough But now one Is followed by two And two Is never enough Is it enough? Looking for peace of presence Trying not to fall through the floor
In one Hanging from the ceiling itching to commune He watched a suspended view He saw the right and the wrong all tumbled in one He saw the Ferris wheel on the horizon Watched the people complain About the cold and the rain He also saw em sit in the sun for too long They made up big numbers To count their money He just counts sheep‌..bleet, bleet From bladder to bladder The last of his cask Exhale ‌.. a silver pillow Exhale, exhale.
Jade. Violet. Saffron. You were blushing, cheeks raised a little Eyes closed- so to the door of our room Besides a bit of naked nervousness we had been left ‌ alone. The blankets trembled, your toes curled, Gripping tight onto the edge of the world, Waiting for that telling touch To pull you back- or hold your hand and jump Curious clouds of sunset colour Gathered round in spliced picturesque support Mountain peaks gave way In applauding rumbling awe Indecisions voices perfectly muted Clarity of vision heightened We inhaled our surroundings of dazzling detail There we were- skimming down the whistling stream Of the young the lost and the lucky to be alive Subtle was every glance I saw all of you that way Cleansed of tension unlocking draws fee to spill all We poured down the gauntlet of life’s vertebrae
Stampeded and transformed. Only on landing will our senses retreat Stealing back the imaginary air we had treated our selves to That we had gulped and indulged in To grow strong in mind in To feel bouncing biorhythms of solidarity one more time in To fly to Peru on a hand made rug Guided by an accordions tune of love‌. You opened your eyes to an unfamiliar room hollow of three critical colours I listened while you listed them in a whisper Jade, Violet,. Saffron. And of course the more noticeable rose left pooled on your cheekbones. I counted that as a fourth. I don’t know what you saw in me, Maybe I will never know or sure But what ever it is ill keep it for you And on that I give my word. Dear Jessy Your time here was a blessing Piggy backs and pinky holds Park benches and somersaults Walking and talking Dancing down the road We swapped numbers on our mobile phones
And like the sweetest sounding verse We rhymed together Wished and prayed for more bad weather Looked at the stars early that morn Grew with the grass as we lay on the lawn But it was inside that naked room With the fan humming it’s spun out tune We felt the urge of things to come Like the deep rhythmic pounding of a battle drum And sure enough some day soon We will challenge the inevitable to a mystical duel Hand in hand Myself to you Dear Jessy
Looking So you got no work To proud for dole perks You try not to loose the plot You tend to run a lot Looking for a feed You better watch what you eat Looking for a feed You are what you eat So its passion that your lackin’ Stop circling in your head Calm the lions in your den Wait for wings to mend Its not there job to take care of you Get out or be fed to them too But you just sit and stare Turn the music up louder Bath instead of shower Where did it all go wrong? Broken and smoking In the middle of a binge Your fingers aren’t meant to be orange Yeah your hands are tied
Yet you still point the finger What’s the matter? What’s the matter? This time they’re not Gunna be there to hold your hand Not gunna reach to lean Over sinking sand Looking for a feed Those pills ain’t what you need Looking for a feed you better watch what you eat.
Makin’ Do She’s got one pair of jeans She tries to keep clean High heals reveal The new level she’s been placed on She creeps to the door But ah she’s unsure Only lovin’ to give Cos it’s been a while The journeys been long Will the love still be strong? One touch of the lips To protect where they are One kiss in the moon light Only each other in the moon light.
Pack Bags Pack your bags. Get jet lag. Count back you change Work out the foreign exchange rate Give back the coin in the pudding Don’t loose your footing Rest on solid rock Set your own combinations to locks Leave space to be edited. Get a mullet if you’re red headed. Shoot the man complaining He obviously needed taming. Treasure your self at thirty Forget to celebrate your birthd’y Break the symmetry Give to charity generously Pry, try, lift, and carry. Never tempt your self with Harry. Get a grip don’t let it slip Pray for the anchor to work on your ship. Leave your self enough to live After it’s been through the government sieve. Make sure you fix your neighbours fence, Even if they collect your rent.
Out of my window Gotta get rid of this second hand bed I’m sunk deep in it tonight Eyes are tired Brain won’t shut down Out my window is loud The faceless footsteps shuffle out my window Strength like smoke out my window All is veiled
Orange velvet couch I want no sympathy But expect it all the same Noise around my head is driving me crazy Drawing in the dark To see what turns out best Life is not an audition Life ain’t no test Spent a lot that wasn’t mine A used a lot of other people’s time Noise around my head is driving me crazy I hate talking through windows And knocking with out keys If you’re going to break my back Do it right the first time please I could have met another person Or read a different book Biting with a loose tooth I bit on your hook Sometimes it should have been easy Just a little bit easier for me
Time to die She broke a fuse Got foot loose Joined the renegade parade Smoked when pregnant To a child who was born Despatched And then randomly selected Yeah growing up adopted Brad didn’t learn ‘Til one day when he was about thirteen That his real mother was actually A snake charmer Who back in the day used her dirty old tricks To lure herself a handsome cat farmer Apparently she wanted to meet She wanted to explain She understood that emotionally He may have suffered some pain So in a week she told him She’d drive from Mt panorama And come visit him In her brand new hotted up Tarana He hung up the phone Saying see you soon mum No fucking drama
And by the time a week had passed Brad’s plan of revenge Had clearly assembled in his head He felt it seemed only fair To torture her for her lack of care A gruesome penalty she would incur Oh, how he couldn’t wait t to meet her Back together with his good old Mum Back together with his own flesh and blood Loading his shot gun He stared at the floor Waiting for that fatal knock on the door He told himself, ‘Be patient, All in goodtime Brad, Finish this then we’ll go and find Dad’ Morning Major Welcome to Monday the Bell Birds sing The sun has made it here again. To eat up the dark, dissolve the mist And help us all get on with this. The race we run The life we lead The gathering of everything we don’t really need. Climb light, find your angle, Above the hills and down toward the valley floor
Where silhouetted horses appear, Heads pointed towards the middle, in a huddle, whispering to each other their own set of troubles. I go over mine; my mind unfolds a bit more this time. With the tree top choir recruiting a few more beaks to battle out throaty duels of the early morning winter blues. I wait for my queue, I hear the pause And give it all I can. With my operahmatic rendition of Roy Orbison. Leaves shake and fall from all around Preferring to kill them selves than listen to that sound. I stand up slowly to take it all in Then quickly sit back down again. Realizing period. Deep inside this morning chatter It’s enjoying the small things that really matter.
Monday Unprepared for meeting Monday morning Raining, wind bitting, sanity fighting To awaken a sombre soul My body, my car, only one other in the distance Maybe just me in five minutes One road, main road, engine stalls Tried to halt, not my fault Hurt by fate again Hit and spinning, Hit and spinning Glass shattered, perspective shattered Talked loudly to all involved Evaluate, adapt and respond Can’t stay stagnant for longCars pass by Fragile mind, no garage near by Can’t leave my car Gone to far To the engine within We conform to ourselves in the end.
Me, Samara and the Bread roll Me, Samara and the Bread roll We all lived together until I was bald And the bread had mould And you never looked a day older Me, Samara and the bread roll.
Finally here Trust another day to kick you right in the face. Wake you up again with that thick leather boot taste. It took half the morning before all of it was gone. Before the spinning question reel didn’t seem so forlorn. And so you sit over your coffee Scratching at your neck You figure that’s what you’re going to have to attack next. And you’ll keep cutting back the growth of that beard Like a lot of things you once wished would appear as a kid. Twice drunk, once sober. You tried to think these things over. You’ve been doing that for most of October It was only yesterday you thought of someone to blame But now that someone don’t come around often anyway Caged memories perched on the mantle piece Looking back at you from a time Before yellow tanned ya teeth. You have developed this psychosis to keep you company To make you feel more important about being grumpy Wake up to blue skies Cough And slap your thighs.
Pick up the pace Its time to erase But grains of sand from the hours glass Grind as you rub away at the task. Take it from me It’s rare to be aware and happy. The more sensitive you are of misery The more webs you will be tangled in And the smaller you will have to be to get through The worse or more berserk Shift work will seem And your bank account will suffer Along with your self esteem. Pick a dot on the floor And concentrate to get your balance back. Staying steady ain’t something you want to lack. Speed Joint the scene Burst at the seems Juggled rocks in my brain Rattled my skull Shook my tree Watched you watch me wanna look away Loose wires Firery eyes Don’t ask me why Blood pumping Ears smokin’
Watched you stomp and turn many a head Drunk the beam Gained self esteem Gobbled lots of lycine Pistons pumping Heart thumping I’m not gunna wait Blurting out Foot out accelerate Burning it out Black lines White lies Hookin’ it blind Corroded weeping Not sleeping Watched my mind hitting overdrive Clutch in Couldn’t slow Fast change, flat change old tapes roll
Something’s in it…. I’m early mornings waking thought I’m witty boarder line retorts I’m whirlpools of ferocious ocean I’m the inner turbine of motion I’m timber licked by playful fire I’m uneasy in the face of liars I’m rhythm pounded blood in heart I’m the shift that splits the earth apart I’m traceable texture on fingertips I’m tingling aftertaste on lips I’m whistled ‘round inside of pipes I’m the pigmentation of all skin types I’m hidden behind minds blind spot I’m hideous decomposing rot I’m histories wavy layered rock I’m the racing surge of a lethal shock I’m millions of light years away heaving all towards black hole space I’m whatever you wanna make of me whatever thoughts will to be.
Shit head He lives with the decisions No one else would accept The giant chip on his shoulder Suits him just fine He’s the type of guy Who leaves a price tag on a present Only smiles after dinner While he scrapes his teeth in the mirror Cause the shit he eats is hard to get off He is a head case with a briefcase He only consumes so he can keep looking for more He’s got confidence in all the wrong answers He thinks the more blood spilt the more he can learn He’s everybody’s best friend and doesn’t want to know any of them He’s great to himself and that’s all that matters He says see you soon but you hope later on Cause the grip of his handshake is all part of the con Bench marker in the dark You’re gunna cut yourself one day
Secca Bouncer Guards Yeah working as a Secca bouncer guard Come on please understand I’m not just a paid try hard I’m a real person too Oh and sorry if I bashed you Mmm yes fake cops are us No badge but being tough is a must Working ridiculous hours Having long intervals between Meals and showers We secure, we make things alright We tell you were the toilet is Or pull you out of a fight So if you see one of us After taking a piss I can appreciate the friendliness But how about we give that whole handshake thing a miss
Say Grace Best better be off and pardoned I’m back against my wall Tripped over and rolled down the corridor Didn’t want to be there no more Couldn’t build a ridgy didge enough bridge Thought building bridges would be a synch Not a moral code disrupted And teeth all jaggeredly adjusted Drinking custard through a straw for weeks Couldn’t sit still in a seat Made my point of going to town Against the ordinary against my beliefs Chattered canary with all the ladies Talked about the way it is Tried to use my grappling hook But instead choked my own bloody throat And you ended up As a lame mans excuse Hanging from a tree Instead of finding a root Woke up falling due south Tried to get that big night taste out of your mouth Heard a tune and you liked it
Became reasonably excited Decided to face the music Kept your head about yourself and you didn’t loose it Fuck yeah……. Now you’re cruising……. The sun has arisen from the haze of the nights drizzling You’re counting shrappers And it not that easy with the weight of the world on your shoulders With bags under your eyes like boulders With schizophrenic paranoia telling ya Don’t worry about it no one has noticed No ones taking sympathy photos………… are they? You are buried again…..alcohol and durries are your best friend No one has sent back the letters No one can keep up with your addresses Come now speak sense And live behind a fence Like us……. If you don’t drive Follow the time table and catch the bus Or otherwise hide…. You roll the dice You don’t think twice You touch all the new born mice
The father will consume The sun will be down early that noon It might even turn red Or we all might be Being born and bred to be fed Amen
Run Please hold these feelings Said the girl to the man He said you gotta kneel If you want us to be friends But all her blood ran to her knees Stand, stride, shake hands Ignore the feelings Run another block if you can But the girl loved his strength And he loved that girl She sits face down bare foot Stay put or not?
Rowena and Lachlan Rowena and Lachlan Held hands and went walking Hoped no one was Stalking them Cruising round the city Row just looked so sexy Lachlan didn’t know quite what to do So he said hey girl You want to get a tattoo Zizith zizith zzzzt What a great idea They hit the pub for an OJ and beer Toasted their tats with a smile and a cheers Sipped at their drinks Till their classes were clear Outside The weather looked fair And Lachlan knew moments like this were rare So they traded the scene For a sky full of trees And fell for each other Like the falling of the leaves
Yes indeed like the leaves from the trees But Lachlan was nervous and worried He needed a little more courage He’d never kissed a girl like Row before But goddamn he liked what he saw Yes indeed he liked what he saw He mumbled something Then asked it to slide Figuring he was just wasting his time But Row said no What did you say? Lachlan said never mind it didn’t matter anyway Row sensed Lachlan was gunna chuck in the towel So she said hey you wanna speak up a bit their pal Lachlan knew what he needed to say And this was no time to hesitate So he said…. Well you know Row I was wondering if You were at all interested in a kiss Good heavens Lachlan couldn’t believe it Row seemed to be cool with it So they kissed ……and kissed and This never bothered either of them
Cause he was her yang And she was his yin And without the other The world wouldn’t spin The End.
Rock bottom I feel like I’m at the bottom of a well Leaping as high as I can to reach the top Falling short each time Becoming more frantic with every leap I cling to the wall for as long as I can Before once again loosing my grip To the fatigue of white knuckled desperation ………and that bruising thud That paralysing crack That flash of pain on top of pain Going through pain That sprawled out Half conscious Seeping feeling Of frustration and failure No one expects you to surface Cause no one knows you’re there You’ve only yourself to let down once again It’s too dark to see down a hole this deep anyway Far too dark You question whether you’re eyes Will ever be able to adjust to the light
Will the world above every look the same? Will the spectrum ever broaden? For three years now your only company has been the stones people have thrown You call out but they are gone before the rocks hit the bottom So this is rock bottom
Sunrise You gotta open eyes Sunrise Had the curse eased its pain? No. Prayed for God’s help Figured I’d be OK I ran from my ties It was sunrise Had the curse eased its pain No Prayed for God’s help Figured I’d be ok Went outside I was cannon fodder She made me fell like I could have got her. Went outside And I lit my darb And I’ve been bitting my tongue too long and hard. The purity of poison left uncut And just like you did It burnt a hole in my gut You tell me it’s over But you keep coming round Yo tell me it’s over
But you sit on my lounge. You tell me I’m wrong But I’m fucking right Teeth to the gutter ain’t no lovers bite.
To my precious little bundle of joy To precious little bundle of joy My little hot water bottle of glee My darling little bumble bee My princess and my queen to be Little as you may be, I hope you know you mean a big deal to me. Not only because your loving and delicious And you have beautiful eyes and long eyelashes But more because hand in hand we’ve braved all kinds of weather And after all this time we’re still together and I still love you. Snuggled up on our couch Sitting on the front steps of our house Making plans to travel to France Wanting to name our first son Lance One hand on your leg driving in the car Listening to something that makes us laugh Following you around the shop with a trollie Having dinner up the road with your oldies Making you lots of cups of tea
You saving the last bit for me Standing there wet after having a shower Bringing to each other a clean dry towel Telling each other our sleepy dreams Helping me find my favourite jeans Hugging me tight when I need to cry Giving me a long, open lipped kiss goodbye
I LOVE YOU
You keep me going, Keep my blood flowing Keep me right by your side Keep me fully alive So you see you are a really Big part of my life and no doubt, real soon, my future wife. Who I will hold and protect from anything bad, be in a good paying job that makes you proud Growing older together with our darling little kiddies and hopefully pushing them ‘round in strollers that aren’t too shitty.
Tinsel on the window sill The boy decided Uni is for me The time had come to leave his girl in the country The coast was calling once more The waves And the salts in the sea The sun beating goldenly…. But it wasn’t to be…. It rained for two weeks straight the day he arrived. Trying to unpack his stuff and put it somewhere dry His wheels were a pushy His job was perforating metal in a factory This is when he thought of his girl…. He no had no service on his phone For his home was up in the hills. He lived in a campervan With a Chinese rooster as a neighbour And his boss named Bent as the other In no time at all this secluded little artists retreat Had quickly gone to the shit… Uni was full of 40year old women He didn’t find this very challengin’. His landlord made him pay $15 a week for water
He knew this was a down right wrought “Was all this worth moving for?” He asked banging his head against the wall “I never thought living of a loafa And multivitamins could be this frightening” So he moved back to be with her He thought she’d be impressed But she only wanted to know him dressed. Now in his mates shed, with tinsel on the window sill He sits sad and lonely, with no vaginas to fill. …….not even 40 year old ones.
There are no seconds. It’s Saturday night and our church is rostered on To feed the needy and the homeless ones I arrived with two potato peelers in my back pocket I peeled away the dirt, I peeled away the rotten‌. If only these peoples problems Could be as easily peeled away and forgotten From behind the safety of a steamed glass divide We watched as they formed their pickelty line Some with bad haircuts, others with speech impediments It was a kaleidoscopic view Of 40 hungry mouths waiting to chew food. A bit unsure I served them at a distance With the murk of the bain-maries water Between us like a moat of lukewarm depression It would keep them at bay Until the end of the evening, Then everything left uneaten would be scooped up And into a garbage bag Thrown to some pig in a pig pen To be fattened up and cut into bacon And then served up on some rich mans breakfast table.
At the centre however I watched as a young man pulled up a seat And began singing softly as he prepared to eat. But no, a yellow eyed diabetic had disagreed Stating loudly with a strong mix of cordial in his hand That this place is for eating in peace and not your rendition of Kaysan. Nanna Homeless quickly arose to tend to the dispute As the singing mans humble notes welled up And fell into his food. She said with a pat on the back “its ok young man Just finish your meal Trust me sweetie I know how it feels” Don’t listen to him It was beautiful singing. And it doesn’t matter where you’ve been Or what you’ve seen It’s always your choice who you wanna wake up and be.” Once understanding there were no seconds for them to eat They began their mumbling regression back to the streets. I wiped down the benches I wiped down the seats I placed all the dirty dishes in the washing machine I put my peelers back in my pocket and walked out the door Wondering how I’d be feeling in the morning And what the reason would be for
When I got home I lay awake The clock crunched passed I tried to get comfortable but it just got worse And to this day it still very much hurts To think why they’d be called ‘seconds’ instead of ‘firsts.’
The Wedding Dear Trent and Janine, Dear Just Married Mr and Mrs T Pilgrim. Congratulations. And the best of celebrations to you, And for you both For a new beginning stating today Blessed and bound under God’s watchful eye Hand in hand Together for life. May you be protected by the righteous blade Holding it strong Together as one Let all that unfolds never waiver the love in your souls Instead let each passing season bind you closer Round each new bend and through the rolling wind Fly your sails high and proud With the love you have found And honoured here today On your special dayYou wedding.
The knuckles on your hand It’s like chasin’ the wind The feeling set in A foreign wave An early grave What do you want? What do you fear? Work it all out Why are we here Harmony is….not with me But don’t blame the knuckles on your hand Discord is testing me But don’t blame the knuckles on your hand It’s like chasin’ the wind You not going to win I know you want it to hurt But you’re just making it worse What can I do? What can I say? It’s hard to work it all out when your heads full of hate War inside Battle with my head I Pray
I’m mellow with my misery Brain yearns for more Life’s such a bore I pray.
The Mob The tale of Trevor the sleep tyrant And his big brother Bendel The far from believed in exaggerator With their army of temperamental 1 armed tailor trash Who sought after, Caught and or tortured anyone Older, younger, back straighter Hair blonder or with the intent Knowledge and power To steal and selfishly conceal What they claimed as their God given thunder So with cracked ribs and a range Of flu like symptoms They limped around the cities caved in and crooked streets Withdrawn in the jaw, loaded to the teeth Trying to keep people from sleep For a longer and more pointless Soul breaking stint than themselves The successful graduates of life in hell
The A Team Anna and Andrew A couple I knew Together in the park A dandelion the blew Bound by the stars above First love shared blood Traded tears moulded souls Like playdoh Blended through the years His hand and hers Held the other tight… Alright And heaven sounded like a nice place to be together for ever. Anna and Andrew Grew apart Andrew had to mend his troubled heart A fresh start Figured he’d be OK On a fishing boat way out at sea But all the fish he caught and kept Never helped his forget The one that got away… So anyway Anna finished school
Left town Became a Uni girl At last she would find her way Tried not to think of the past Figured she’d be OK. Into the deep seas Of beyond and yonder She couldn’t help but wonder When he would call her. And the hooks they thread Seemed to pierce deep Forever together 18 hours in a car Didn’t seem that far. To be back again together Hot and cold The story got old His addicted curse had gotten worse. She said “I Love You Babe But first You must quit”. And he said “Darling 4 weeks to the date, And I promise my head will be straight Ill free the phantom inside of me Please darling wait..
Wait… You’ll see.” And she said “Andrew Baby, I’ve heard it all before. I need from you something more Today not tomorrow. Please know my heart ache. No more sorrow.” And Andrew knew he couldn’t If Anna wouldn’t cool it. He said “If you have no time to borrow I will walk” She didn’t follow.
Bearable in the breeze Thank you for taking me were I been Thank you for showing me what I seen And for loving me lean And for the springs in my trampoline. I’m leaving you and the town we grew up I know we are not done yet, No sun ain’t set Apart for now Testing out how... Strong we are So have faith in friends my friends Have faith that… It’s not the end of the road It’s just a corner and as it unfolds We’ll meet again You just got to hold on Give me a dry sky A bird as a friend Time in a bag Lighter in my hand
Been long still open But it was bearable in the breeze I wondered if when I missed You were missing me It was bearable When would bear it all To the breeze If praying were enough it would have come to be God just must be holding out on me My love has no currency And it was bearable in the breeze I’m leaving you and all the things that we do Don’t ever hesitate To communicate over interstate So unclench your fist Let the sun dry the mist My beautiful bond with you Won’t let dark thoughts rule... It’s not the end of the road It’s just a corner and as it unfolds We’ll meet again You just got to hold on
Telemarketers Good day to you I’m paid to be polite But you should hear what we say about you Once we’ve hung up Oh yeah, you’re my best friend for the length of this call Then like a struggling whore The next numbers dialled And I’m all yours We use words like ‘awesome’ ‘That’s great’, I’m excellent Thankyou for asking And even if things do get nasty The chocolate still flows down the line ‘Ok goodbye’, ‘thanks for your time’ ‘Yes I know’ ‘that’s fine’ The worlds most hated profession Getting by on a pissy commission Instead of Beggers who moan and sound pathetic We laugh with bravado like a pat on the back All in all a similar effect Just an opposite reverse tactic So sorry but not really If I ever spoke too loud in your ear I guess you get to a point
Were you just don’t care You’re a number to us With possibly an area code in front All depending on our day And therein lies the irony Cause we are doing our best To not make you not feel that way One call after another, after another, after another We’d be willing sell our soul for a dollar Or at least if possible One of our grandmothers
Tamworth Country livin’, The country can be forgiven Growin’ up there…. Didn’t seem like there was anything else out there We used to think that only yuppies used mobile phones Cos we’d just be hangin’ down at the Peel, kickin’ stones How bad is that. How bad is that. There was old Victor Cox Or Coxie as we called him Always walkin’ the streets Mumblin’ at his feet I thought towns only had room for one bum Then I moved to Gosford And there was a whole heap of them. So Tamworth my old pal, I appreciate that now And just so everyone knows It wasn’t all flano shirts and kickin’ up the dirt With boots and spurs and bow-legged cow girls We had a skate shop- good old Benno Scott And TC’s would be open 24-7 For a feed of hot chips or what not And how could you go past Durrie Street bridge on a hot Summers day
All the darkies yellin’ out at each other “do a mulberry” But country Music week can go and piss off That’s when most of the locals took off
Sydney 2000 Sydney year 2000 We were sitting around a little Chainman’s coffee lounge and….. We greeted, sugar coated, sprinkled teasingly in the beginning, Soon to become poured all over me, our table and the floor. It was there for the first time I saw your smile, the sparkle in your eyes And the flashing of your long beautiful lashes…. Nevertheless this would not be the world I would find you in. For far away from the life of the city you were born an Ourimbah baby Far away from the screeching circus of cars on cement, You spun in circles of your own pure enjoyment, A sky blue vortex laced with the essence of a little girls innocents Pulsing to the beat of a living forest… The elements were instilled within you, breathed into you, Whispering to you their secrets…. I had found a real life angel…. An elfin princess, a forest nymph A girl of certain power and aura
Of electric fusion in every encounter Of lightning and rain, of candles not knowing how to behave Of walls making freaky creaky sounds Of the most pleasurable experiences on the lounge room couch How crazy it has been!…. like good crazy, Not sure whether it’s safe to have more, This love bugs got me bitten Teeth sunken in, puncturing the skin Eyes watering, this love bugs got me bitten again And again and again and again. So there we were, lying in the grass of your backyard. Surrounded by tall trees of wooden welcome, Reassuring us with a trust as solid as the trunks that held their branches above us I held your hand… I kissed you ..whoooooooooo An aeroplane flew past way up in the softness of the clouds, I saw what they saw as they soared by looking down At our naked bodies all warmly entwined … And we were cute together We splashed inside the pools of each others eyes Gravity ate me as I waited for Saturday, It was like a little boy pining for Christmas morning And when you arrived we spent the whole day together Things couldn’t have been any better, I told you everything I knew,
I passed the parcel with you We ate some of your beautiful food You wore my red B’ball jumper like little miss riding hood I growled like the big bad wolf Life was fun life was good It was all cups of tea mixed with love and a bit of night time serenity I met your Grandmother on Easter Sunday With a fresh mo hawk, Being bald on the sides of your head Makes you feel like you can smell the conversation She was impressed… yeah real impressed, it was quite an impression. I smelt everything I needed to know Our first train ride home together, I wrote strange stories, you took photos of empty frames It had been a fast train ride to end a long meandering day We had been to tea with my relatives In their house full of expensive luxuries I wanted to give you all of these You said I wouldn’t need to It would just be nice to have the choice I couldn’t have agreed with you more And so I promised where ever we were destined to go I would never stop showing you how much I love you.
Train trip Just tap, tap, tapping overhead is droplets of rain In the distance headed straight for us A dark and stormy haze It looks ferocious and mean as it brews on the horizon It looks like a pissed off, fist up mike Tyson But we knew we were safe inside this one way track vessel And we knew that the mood between us Had become sensual and special So we kissed with passion and pashen and pashen We were given each other a serious tongue lashin’ Yes we kissed we kissed we kissed and it was bliss I went to work on the erectional hardening of your tits And from the rush of your breath into my ear A pyramid in my pants had begun to appear You were impressed as we approached the mouth of the storm I quickly searched for the sprinkler hidden in your lawn I longed to fill your pond of pleasure and pain I longed to rock you in time to the rattling of that train To build to climax with the pelting rain To make you wanna root the shit out of my brains Clickety clack crash bang we were flung from our cabin bunk
And on to the floor There I lay fully drawn with my amazing pink sword You screaming for the mercy of a righteous lord Me declaring some kind of nuclear war And oh dear mother of that is God I knew I must obey the little men swimming in my wad Cos as a strong sensation built in my lower back I realised I had enough love in me to shampoo a yak So I grabbed you from behind But this time monkey tight Hoping the punishment would be fair just and right Bit my lip and gave one hell of a grunt Then proceeded to blat the huhhh Out of your wet little huuuuaaaant Oh hold on Make it feel alright By the looks of things I fear this tempest‌.. may last all night.