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Saturday, 22 October 2016

When I was a boy (82 of 365)

Day 82 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day ostentatious meaning: "characterized by pretentious or showy display; designed to impress."

When I was a boy

When I was a boy
I saw chanting and yelling girls
Their movements were strange
Their movements drew my eyes
Their movements caused me to gasp and groan and demand to run away
When I was a boy

When I was a boy
I saw the freckles, dimples, the beauty marks, eye lashes, wrinkles of their smiles
Their faces were the same as mine
Their faces were shaped not so different
Their faces somehow froze me
Their faces caused me to pause and stare and daydream and conceive ideas and stories and romances and my life unfolding
When I was a boy

When I was a boy
I knew songs and melodies
I knew how to dance and shake
Yet when I saw them
The girls who had always been mundane the same
The melody left me
The song left me
My lips were parched 
My throat was caught between youth and adolescence 
My movements were exaggerated, ostentatious and flawed 
My words became false 
My truth became less clear 
My path began to tremble as I did
When I was a boy 

Friday, 21 October 2016

Whore (81 of 365)

Welcome to day 81 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day compunction meaning: "a feeling of guilt or moral scruple that prevents or follows the doing of something bad.


Compunction drove me out 
Back into the night air
Away from the gruesome smells
And the sway of her cucumbers naked 
And hanging down like droopy hoses with dripping bloated nozzles
The grotesque way her thighs spilled over 
And the way her naked dirty hips
Swung back and forth
There was a stink there and a death in her morose eyes
They had lost life 
They were orbs 
crying lust and hunger
That only take

The red chord dividing the droopy flesh of her backside 
Which she rotated so casually 
In slow motion 
her lips hanging open 
Splayed apart like a silent whimpering dog

Her hands were on me
I could not resist she took me like a slug skidding her filth over me
She trailed slime on her afterward
She spat contempt from her emerald eyes and smirked 
So much loathing upon me

The room was hot and humid
The smog filled air parted 
And a light drifted in exposing
All of the stretch marks, the pockets and folds of her 
The gruesome imperfection caused me to recoil and retreat
Her hair was sticky and it was stuck 
To my busy fingers 
The same funk enveloped us both
And I felt the hot touch of her skin
The grazing of us in this horrible friction that stirred me to moan

My heart moaning deep down in my chest 
Moaning to leave
Screaming at the whore to leave
Screaming at the horror of her and the death in her eyes and the hell of this place and the disease of her presence and the irredeemable fungus perfume of that place.

The homeless man in Bourke street Bakery (80 of 365)

Day 80 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day doleful meaning: "
expressing sorrow; mournful."

The homeless man in Bourke street Bakery

He manifested from the mists of the concrete jungle
The shaman stood before the counter
Talisman in hand whistling pleasant 

He was beyond the pale 
His tattoos were anachronistic
There was an earthiness to him

I avoided the intense earnestness 
Of his gaze as it fell upon the room
He was staring in all directions his eyes were his skin 

He bore proudly his talisman
His pillow over one shoulder
It was so light and mystically clean 

He turned to the manager
The manager smiled doleful 
And with an indulgent nod
The shamans eyes bloodshot 
With incense and of pilgrimage and hardship and memory and kindness
"One more..."
"Not today."  The manager replied terse, his skin was tight to his skull 
Which seemed to ripple like the markings upon this musty shamen

Who then unshaken strode out 
The bristles of his beard catching
In the wind twitching this way and that 
And I watched with bowed head
And waited solemnly for a moment
Before I approached the counter.

Wednesday, 19 October 2016

The Shark (79 of 365)

Day 79 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day periphrastic meaning: "( of speech or writing) indirect and circumlocutory."

The Shark 

Jack of all trades
Gift to humanity 
Sales person extraordinaire 
The sweet music continues
Like a biting sticky balm
The trawl of periphrastic verbosity 
Wags it's ugly tail

Sunshine out their arse
Glory be to them
Saviour of my soul
Sloppy reptile lines on top 
Of grey suits 
Digging down to the refuse
Shovelling it away like coal

Paragon of the people
Master of the world
Knower of all
Powder keg explodes 
Word vomit sticks to the floor
Verbal diarrhoea both stings 
And caresses ears 
Like a poison draught for youth.

Tuesday, 18 October 2016

In the Waves (78 of 365)

Day 78 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day conflagration meaning: "a very intense and uncontrolled fire."

In the Waves 

The sand is hot on their feet
The boys pause and observe
Dutifully the three girls beside 
Them today they are on the cusp of something

They laugh and their mouths are wide and shrill and jubilant 
Into the waves
Their Awkward pre-adolescent calves 
Crash up and down in the shallow water 

The air is cold here and goosebumps form and eyes are confused and lost it seems there 
Is nowhere safe to look and nothing
Safe to feel or think

The boys look and then look away
Pretending not to see changes in
Their companions and one will find
Them to be angels and one will
Protest and wrestle them into the water all the while wondering
And knowing what that aching sensation is that dark impulse behind all the smiles and laughs
The last boy will watch and pray the day will end he shall have the darkest fantasies of all 
A conflagration in his heart and groin burns powerfully and silently
There are images where the girls mouths are twisted open and adoring lost in something he does not yet have the words for

All this plays out 
As the group stands Stationary
With waves lapping up and down
There is a fascination in simply 
Being present bodies near each other

One boy notices a girl shivering beside him notices the goosebumps from her neck down to her chest notices and then looks away 

It may have been ten minutes or less
They return to the burning noon sand and nestle their deep buried desires as they lay back and watch the sun pick at their skin.

Hicksons Wharf (77 of 365)

Day 77 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day arboreal meaning: "of or relating to or formed by trees."

Hickson's Wharf

The barnacled posts 
Have no time to them
They lay and bake in the sun
Their labour is their life 
The wood gently rotting
Under their lips
As the caws of nearby gulls
And the stamp of feet on wharves are easily ignored
There is a beautiful calmness 
Written on this afternoon and the 
Way the light dances between the peers and the rippling movements of the tides and the straight lines of shadows and shafts of light 
That mimic their arboreal selves
That anchors this world together 
There is dust and lichen and moss
The world never moves here
And it is always moving.

Monday, 17 October 2016

The abrogation of sense (76 of 365)

Day 76 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day Abrogation meaning: "the repeal or abolition of a law, right, or agreement"

The abrogation of sense 

We are here to help
Please fill in form A
Sorry did you say that you had 
This type of problem
Please also fill in form B and
Ensure that you provide a signed copy of the important document 
With your face on it
The same face as in this picture on the back of form guide AB
What you want to know what you should do
I can't tell you that 
But if you take these brochures
You can find out other numbers 
You can call to get help
But before you get help you'll need to complete form ABC and provide 
This statement and that statement
Well we are not they
In fact they have their own forms 
I'm not sure what they are
That's not my department 
That's all I can help you with today
Now is that all clear 
Great have a nice day.