a nice suit (for a peddler)

September 30, 2009 at 6:45 pm | Posted in australian poetry, memoirs, poetry, writing | 10 Comments
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something purple with lapels, flares and sharper angles,
a little abrupt but if you write a parody only to reveal how little and
surface is your knowledge of your subject then you shall be exposed
to ridicule from the gallery, vegetables
rotting which later can be gathered
and fed to the beasts
lurkers in silence most discrete

it was a foul and pestilent land
and one i am proud to have abandoned
and left ruined in my wake he said turning to me the scent of salt fish and speaking french i think originally or dutch these europeans, one never can be sure.

Don’t Do That, Squires

June 26, 2009 at 6:35 pm | Posted in genre isn't dead yet but it should be, links, memoirs | 9 Comments
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not right now. It’s Friday night
he said, not again, squalls approaching
loves me a pirate poem i do
in fact if you don’t write one right
now this cannons pointing
at you.

Been a long at time at sea. Haha,
Sir! We have received orders.
fuck, release the vodpod he says

scrambling for his trousers
some other lame excuse
will have to do

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