Thursday, 10 May 2018

I'M ON GOOGLE!!!!!




I JUST FOUND OUT THAT GOOGLE NOW RECOGNISES ME AS AN AUTHOR AND I AM VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY HAPPY AND VERY VERY VERY VERY PROUD ABOUT IT THANK YOU VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY MUCH GOOGLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sunday, 18 March 2018

Extract from 'BARBARITY': Restoring Restlessness On The Walnut Ward

From the delicate vase we draw our flowers 
Rotten by nature
The pronunciation of death is never quiet 
But soggy
On the outskirts of capitalism 
The difference between coke and coke is a capital C
To render you crazy

A devil speaks in the hall of props
Who are stiff because they are young
For coercion is hard to decipher
The untamed hair
Framing earlobes and the eardrum
Pondering people
With the penetration of observation: is there cracking
Between face

And lobe 
Nurture bias before the smirk erupts on tiny lips
Divert attention
Onto another part
Lest the lobes refuse to cease
The will of wandering eyes
Dangling at ferocious angles
As if to corrupt the balance of a crooked nose

Crooked teeth come complimentary
How obscene            
What a scene where the wealthy sit
Unleashing gas
Through their cracks
Trickling upon your taste buds: 
Deposits of competence

Down the throat like a Strepsil 
Like a clogged waterslide
Slippery drought, dry tsunami knock on wood
Except that of a casket
For celebration 
Cite fireworks
Or the firecrackers as they say
When the particles of your brain
Slap against the alfresco 

Freshly expired
Feel the fractured skin cracking, crippling with age
Like cornflakes not even crunchy 
Deprived of youth, aka the juice of seduction, aka not a solid
Aka liquid aka the milk
The violation of youth 
Aka
Reloading

Tuesday, 20 February 2018

Extract from 'BARBARITY': Where Shit is Flung

Extort opportunity from the fledging companions 
Who haven’t the means to house themselves
Nor the capacity to forge  
Their standing 
On the spectrum of occupation
Exploitation is unquestionable 
Of the democracy there is restriction  
Enforced by the privileged 
In the name of equality

Does the such even exist
When the affluent shut their doors
Heavy and prejudiced
Into the faces of beggars
Dirty with desperation 
A horror for shielded utopians 
Shun the suffering of the external world
With material affirmations of honour 
Fragility peels underneath

The injustice of malnourished personality 
Begging for moral support
Scorn at the helpless  
Elicit devastation from heads of the calculating
A migraine 
Of no return
A flopping success
Experience informs the decision of inclusion
The criteria on which the assumption 

That efficiency is given
An expectation
Has flourished the notion of the ordinary
The affectation of which reserves some leftovers of sad
Bitter nature
Utopia must be exclusive 
From virgin citizens  
To the chosen one
Do not disturb the systems of snobbery

Friday, 29 December 2017

Extract from 'BARBARITY': On Bourke Street

The blue sky is a forlorn face
With fleeting frowns of grey smoke
Cigarettes smudge under expensive soles
Hungry seagulls await their donation 
Patient like homeless men

A pigeon exploits of a tree its nest
Like humans build 
Of those boxes of concrete 
Their opulent homes
Trees dispel their leaves
Like angry mothers
Abandoning their young

Two street musicians
Busking on a busy track
Heads askew 
A burden on unhinged shoulders
Untamed hair 
Obeys ferociously
The dictation of the wind

Distressed clothing
Unclean boots, untied laces
Fresh- shaven faces
A thirst for beer

Gold and silver currency
Shimmer under the generous sun
Lie scattered atop 
The red velvet lining
Of a yawning guitar suitcase

A mobile audience
Judgmental and restless 
Affluent men forging their influence 
Bourke Street or Wall Street
Finders, keepers, capital rules 

People who charge after trams
People who flee from them
People who enter and exit the mall
Tall men with short character
Short men with short tempers

A folk with a fedora 
Struggles to assimilate 
Into a hatless crowd 
People who people the city
For the city’s sake

Uniform buildings
Primitive architecture 
Black and white flags
Flung in the air
Claim their territory 
For David Jones

One musician takes a break
The other goes on solo 
An autopilot
Stomps his feet
To the rhythm of silence avoided

The retired musician 
Surveys his assembly
He sends his hand to the forefront
An umbrella for his eyes
Saluting the sun

Upon Bourke Street
Satisfaction lies 
But within 
The red velvet premises

'The Blind Man's Meal' by Pablo Picasso (1903)

'The Blind Man's Meal' by Pablo Picasso (1903)

Friday, 8 December 2017

Hallucinations Amongst The Revel

Do you realise that the weather is possibly very ill
Like fully sick
Of your small talk
As well as much as your companion
Who cracks a smile for compassionate sake
By their distraction of frantic silence
Endurance is the impression of respect
That you can expect
From your friend
Honest or alleged

There is enough room to roam around your head
An opaque conclusion
Slipping through a hole in a loop
That circulates
Through diluted pupils, that signal
The violence via fluorescence 
Blue, delicate but dry
Suspended beneath a homogenous brow
Thick with the dew of affectation

Enough to evoke
A gust of oppressed laughter
Petting what’s left of the sanity
Guarding through a gap of ignored fragility
Your brain that ponders will collapse
Eventually, inevitably harsh
That death ought never occur
Under a son’s supervision 
Should it anyway
As it may
On a summer’s day

Dying, ought never be understood
Through light pronunciation, flamboyant speech instead
Is right those searching for lips
But see all mouth
Chapped
Cracks up my god
Recruit the messenger
Appropriate who submits regarding the rubric above 
All send forth

Thus the message: 
That life here outdid itself 
On the train track
Or a balcony four-star, or otherwise, anyhow
This
May the corpse come collect celebration
Vouch to get
Ticked off

A roll of vouchers 
On sympathetic grounds
You have qualified for a flower
Have a rose
Even
Have some irony