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Wednesday 19 December 2012

Grand Piano

The sound of my life is a grand piano
Meandering meaninglessly over streets paths rivers and lakes
The drum beat is subdued
And fades into gentle beats

The lights from my stage are soft
They do not aggressively demand
Entry into your eyesight

My band plays a simple forgotten
Summer rhythm, provokes laughter
And subdued conversation
And it is drowned by the consequence of people milling about

My stage is in the back

My grand piano plays a sharp note
Those in the audience turn
One sheds a tear until the plodding delicate rhythm resumes
No more shall my grand piano offend
Any ears

Tuesday 18 December 2012

The Road Often Travelled

Okay so this is my attempt at a poem with a reference to that famous poem you know...the path less travelled by Robert Frost. However apart from the title that is where the similarities end. Although I'll have you know that my English teacher once told me that Robert frosts poem was literally about a friend of his who stubbouny tool a different path through the woods, but you didn't hear it from me.

What more can I say except this is a poem about someone going to the toilet ...right I warned you do with tat in mind you can click to another page or read on. But as with comedy poetry is one medium where there should be no topic off limits...in my humble opinion.

The Road Often Travelled

busting busting busting
Need to remove pants
Need wants desires
Overwhelming
Why now why now
Must the Velcro refuse to come
Unclasped
Why must this room smell
Like the stench of fifty old men's
Marinated sea balls
I could gag
Down they go
And swift to the seat my pale
Backside feel very soon it will
Be high tide
There is writing on the wall
There is piss on the floor
(and sand too)
But all of that is foggy somehow now
And distant
Like a choir conductor I rise proudly on that soiled seat
Wave out my hands like a bird
And with each compression of my
Lower regions I soar
Higher higher higher
Smiling falling gliding sailing
I hear a rough knock at the door
My business is down
The smell smacks me back to reality
But always mind the code
And never look back
I depart that small space
Smile at the hairy man with the sagging speedos
That same smile beams with the sun
And carries me back to the water and that delightful sense of feeling
So very very Young

The City and the City

No apologies china (awesome British fantasy author for those who don't know one of his prized novels has the same title as this blog post and poem) this was an awesome title for a book. Apologies in advance though because this poem although tying on the themes of that book ie such as the identity of a city and the ill sense of that elusive quality that makes one part of a city and not part. Readers all I can say is check the book out its about two overlapping cities: the integrity of each is preserved by laws refusing the citizens of each respective city from inadvertently entering or peering into the neighboring city.

But I digress this poem is about me and my life. There is no hiding how obvious it is, I'm currently living in two cities and the sense of loneliness as displacement is new to me. I think it's something unnatural to anyone if I'm honest. So I wanted to write something about ones identity and how that is tied to where we live but also the connections we have are really what defines home for me.

For your benefit I'm referring to two cities newcastle and sydney Australia. I use the term city interchangeably discussing about both cities as "the city". Anyway readers this is my poem enjoy!!!

The city and the City

The cool propeller air
Breathes on my naked room
It circulates the new dust on
New things which came from
The other city whose name
Still bares the title home

There is a sad cavity of space
Almost two hundred kilometres away
It used to keep my things
The walls are grey inside
This paradise prison

I recall the night of my eighteenth
Birthday when the girl I loved at Thr time and a fried tackled me upon a wall
A wall that I can only reach by car now
I recall the girl with the shaggy hair
Sitting on that bed
She too I can no longer reach

The city hears the sea each morning
And it's breaths are riddled with
The smell of salt and sand
The water calms me somehow
Places mg feet back on the ground
Drags my soul into this place
Atop this lofty tower and it's
Privileged vista

The city is riddled with people
As many as I can bear
At its core it's almost as foreign and alien to me as another country
The people here think things
There minds circulate in five kilometer circles
They move by their feet and now by wheels
We share the same city but theirs is smaller than mine

This city has people in the air
And more in the sea
It's alive in the mornings and not the night
This place somehow is etched into me
My soul is content here to linger
Yet the other city with all it's alien people is more my home still

A house rests in what most in the city
Deem the country
It's keepers are closest to me
They are my city
They are he feeling of the sand on
My wet feet
The are the calming breeze
The smell of salt

Two cities and neither home
I can only exist in one place
Now I exist in two
And those two parts of me
Will never join
We shall wander the same roads
Perhaps it will appear we are the same person
But we are half of what we supposedly are
A soul can only be stretched so far
The flesh is weak
The spirit shall ensure
The torn heart and the fear
The fear of the truth that here in the city I am at last naked and alone
At the mercy of my flesh

Wednesday 12 December 2012

Deaden

Let the liquid amber
Poison course through my hands
Skin and turn my nails yellow
Perhaps then I'll feel nothing

Let the bottle sag
Onto the floor littered with the
Soiled evidence of my life
The proof I exist
Shirts stained and one new
Perhaps then I'll feel nothing

Out the window
Red yellow leaves
The wind blows some past my window
Another sip perhaps to forget that too
And then I'll feel nothing

Deaden my senses
So that I am not alone
Deaden my skin
So that I don't feel
Deaden me
Make me numb
And then I'll feel nothing

The Big Blue

Feel the deep tug
The wet greatness
Ready to drag you
Out and over everyone
Into the chasm of darkness
Under the waves

The waves roll deceptively calm
Then smash angrily against
Sand seaweed and flesh


It hides so many thoughts
And they are folded over and lost
So many eyes sit each day
And drift trough the white wash
Out into the big blue

Tuesday 11 December 2012

I Missed the Train

I missed the train
It passed by and
continued On its way

It was a sky blue day
Unremarkable save only
For the missing of that train

I cannot say why
That was the most remarkable
Thing that has come to pass
Only that I felt myself sinking fast
As it took off
Ahead of me and over the tracks
Propelled by wires and electricity

Had I mistook the time?
The mind wanders so
Randomly and so mine too
Wanders back to the incident
With the train

How long now is it
Since I saw it pass
It may have been yesterday or
Even a year ago
Because very little has changed
The city and the trains
The people most look the same
At least to my eyes

what more is there to say of
That train
That it was only missed by me
That there were other souls staring back at me through the thick windows
Neither glad nor sad
Just tired and ready to sag
Down into a leather seat for
Minutes perhaps an hour or two
Some to see family
some to see few

The platform is the least changed thing
The ground is the same
The same broken rock and faint yellow strips
The same sad kiosk selling
Old pies
The buildings are chipped
That makes them antique

The only object that day unique
that day as far as I could tell was I
I who missed the train
And why was that?
Now I cannot say
There are many reasons but
Most likely the dullest is true

Which is why I ought keep
The missed train to myself
And yet it must be said
That on that day
In a summer not so dissimilar to
The one in which we now live

A man missed his train
He stood for a moment or so
And then walked away