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

Publication of my Zine 'HOSTILITY'

Hi y'all! I've just published my very first zine, ‘HOSTILITY’, which features a range of poetry regarding various themes and contexts. If you would like to pick up a copy, it's now available from the Sticky Institute @ 10 Campbell Arcade, Degraves Subway, Melbourne VIC 3000 (underneath Flinders Street Station). Thanks for your support! 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Consequences of Fabrication

“Homme au chapeau [Portrait de Braque]” (Man with hat [Portrait Braque]) by Pablo Picasso (1909)

Wholly sick of the qualifications determined by sad fellows, pay homage to the perception

Containing power

Vulgar in the execution of painfully persistent enforcement

Consumerism besides capitalism rung in 

On alliteration as a trademark

Contented music is as crude as the fishing rod that's pissed off the wrong way with no feast

Realise the satisfaction of a quiet stomach

On tomorrow

All mouth and no lips, disturbed and paranoid of the impersonation, of the status quo

Scales, hung for the reinforcement of outraged tyranny 

The gold encased in fungi

In case of robbery, introduce the inconvenience of an American Express like the expression

Of electronic wealth

Sincerely offered
As amusement

Flourish internal conflicts, garnering the objectification of people exploited to boast about

Crazy, grand

Far-fetched anecdotes of snorting elaborate rituals

Dressing faces

Sporting confused identity
Regarding collections

Portrayed homogeneously as one article alludes to the sanity of compassion, barely present

Nor apparent of a current affair, as a beggar being disguised aggressively by glad statistics

Officially alarming

Except

It is not fashionable

Encouraging challenge towards tweed on the double-breasted jacket, worn out

Of desperation

Traditional ignorance if for comfort

Surpasses the urge to speak, so to speak, kindly, evolve the themes of occupied silence
Quickly

For the sake of a good, sound sleep

Wander inside and scarcely foreign

Atrocious Suggestions Becoming Stranger

“Buste d`home” (Bust of man) by Pablo Picasso (1971)

Dry speech will trigger the irritation of fortunetellers and psychopaths with cool tempers

On their birthdays

Who linger

Inside an ill fitting uniform attempting to neutralize the indoctrination of awareness

Stemming from a brain-shaped flower

Piercing red at nothing in particular

Velvet enough and erogenous

Propaganda that baits on the vulnerability of high art, intended for low expectations

A free canvas is intact with dirt

That is historical

Grows redundant on the marble floors, cold of an exhibition

Expiring on interest regarding superfluous waste of talent unrewarded by the traits of injustice

Done typically

Outcomes of punishment for bystanders                         

In neutral colours and hues of annotated aggression  

Hawk at the fondling of ego

Indeed

In public follow your statues who eat sugar off in between the cracks of their corduroy pants

Complimentary of the burnt toast

And the rug rats

Being a tragedy

Is a task of a sober man begging for two scoops of inclusion

Flirting for opportunity with a dead brain cell is deprived of new information and therefore

The stimulus of mounting on bullshit

Cool phantasmagoria

Tossed four-thousand-eight-hundred-and-thirty-three miles into the horizon

A measure of and for opulence

Packaged with cotton balls per the expectations of ugly consumers otherwise launching

Complaint aplenty

For company

Indestructible in spite of destruction intended to destroy, insert the appropriate subject

Subjected to affairs of experimentation

Speaking of which a Canadian suit: for flaunting at events of which indifference comes first

Mothering The Crises Of Natural Buffets

“Nu de face, dans l`herbe” (Frontal nudity in the grass) by Pablo Picasso (1967)

Blue wrapping gracefully done so to contrast against the white plastic, suddenly bright again

The vision of a repulsive encounter successfully restored on the brick wall

That which belongs to a sad cottage

Where inside an introvert thrives on the oxygen of dead people

Still breathing underneath, gruesome floorboards where debates have evoked foul inspiration 

Relating to sounds of creaking

Notorious, for heating legs

And the calves

Not of the sheep on the doorstep

Desert environment substituting ever-lush, green forest, dense with orchid flowers    

For the purpose of containing bullshit

A people’s crossing seeks the approval of the thinker’s concentration as a green light bulb

Is blinking

A stream of lava, leaks

Into the ocean where most skeletons scatter the premises of mud and mud-sand

Vulnerable cords of a microphone amplify suffering

Along anticipation

Feeds on the memorial among fish

With glistening scales

A scuba diver confuses a coral for an orchid as if confusion of that sort is common

Among the animal kingdom

The octopus sovereigns, via toxins, and is wasteful enough to constitute rhythm

While a similar cottage eats at the ground, regarding a lack of civilization, fluorescent, patient

Always sleeping

Prompting doubt and illness

As the urge to splurge on containers for liquorice

Blood

Flourishes with reason on the watch of the squid a stench consumes the sky where the inmate

Is roasting or roasted

Being its being

That is a wrap

Of white tentacles and lewd suggestion

A good liar is also a lifesaver

Yourself Accountable For Cultured Dictatorship

“Jacqueline Rocque” by Pablo Picasso (1954)

Distributing intolerance in the eight lines of steel chairs, through which people are weaved

Off the records of service, a bastard assumes his authority in a cheap suit

Ready for the engagement party next door

Re the attire of blue silk ties

Sickening around throats not used to silk yet

Triggers an onset of itchy teeth

Vying for the release of authentic speech now catered through clenched lips and sore knuckles

Of self hatred

The condemnation about rehearsed failure, pleads at reality

Replicating prestige on grounds of judgement soon surfaces a realisation that retail is tedious

As is the fracture of confidence

Wherein a pool of sweat evaporates and tames the cruel air that surrounds the pleat of the eye

Drops of sweat are better deciphered as tears

In institutions 

Give consent on tattered leaves of enslavement a contract that binds, because of its character

By default bound to bind

People and animals: animals to people, people to people; people are animals

Are they not

Yet satisfied with the vomit of nervous retribution

From which the calcium is offered

From no other sufficient source of such offering

It's been a good waste of a night’s sleep some green juice and in addition to a bowl of cereal

A copper spoon is still up for grabs and a rack of baby clothes where the words nephew

And niece

Are jumbled by butterflies

Gigantic, orange

The face of authority starts to bloat so as to emphasise the odd mistake, unraveled

In sinister daylight, contained indoors

The visibly medium to scarce complexion of neutrality is explicitly an indication of violation

Felt by body language

Composed typically of superior posture today lingers an unbeatable hazard

Dismissed of compulsory gesture 

Being snubbed is an act of hallucination 

Xenogamous Practices of the Poverty-Stricken

“Le baiser (Deux Têtes)” (The Kiss (Two Heads)) by Pablo Picasso (1931)

Who even has the motivation to wash dishes while they’re sweating furiously inside the store

Regarding comfort

Flowers are tossed underneath alliterated motif

Blooming neutral air

For passengers too sorry, those nursing their appetites for destruction

A ticket inspector’s accomplishment is debt

While a man proceeds

With performance

A lecture about teeth

Through his dentures, a carnation peeps at the unfortunate beneficiary, of ironic mantra

Scattering jewellery on public transport is a nuisance to our society

Endorsing the fraud who’s found their success especially on unfounded confidence

There goes the tilting head

On an open tray as a statement of existence exceeds its own comprehension

The front-runner of the like campaign

Returns determined on dismal island, fully equipped to defend the deflects of soggy character

That of which attracts observation

From the opposition clearly endorsing their notion of aversion through stern eyes

Those that ponder inside pockets

Without stitching

Will sag soon enough

Watching someone's assurance collapse, like a grounded whale

With drizzled hair an overcritical prick asserts authority on silent peers, pressing on an urge

Ugly and destitute at that, manifesting

A reason

Or cause

Erupt in sync with nature

Trees that baffle windows too delicate to withstand without the architecture of steel frames

Disturbing harmony with greasy outlook

An insult involving family

Surveillance is exercised for the good of the skunk on its high horse barking at tadpoles

In the pond

Your iPod is under scrutiny

Viscously Fragile Specimens

“Femme et enfant (Marie-Therese et Maya)” (Woman and Child (Marie-Therese and Maya)) by Pablo Picasso (1938)

Spring in motion those frivolous comments rooted in biological truth the decaying eyesight

Of a loyal man and weary companion

Having difficulty is an expectation in some circumstances in which patience is thrust

On impatient people

Like a sad attempt of drenching a duck

Behind the backyard

Of the dictator a human being hatches

From distrust

A byproduct of physical interaction that of which stems from a broad network

An imbecile to disgrace your grace

With qualifications that differ depending on region, will reign supreme the flair for weeping

Imposed on our peers and ourselves the instrument of categorising and of exploiting merit

All hierarchies are corrupted

Like the heads of prawns piercing through human torsos

Ready for a good roasting   

By a selection of flavours, select from the two main categories branched into either

Discursive or casual construction

The philosophies of marinating a prawn is aplenty

And only pretentious because it is not understood the method of plucking the head clean off

Comprises the identification of the subject in question

Just in case it is to a large extent classified as it is

Because of the traits of its being

A prawn will flip from those hollow compliments intended for amateur peers, those that lend

The notion of racing

The authority to fracture their skull

And expose the shit of which corruption is founded upon

Unpredictable consequences, lurking

Via silence

One’s complexion and physique are closely examined so that class is no more

A superficial account of observation

Reeled in

With cheap wire

The fish and the prawn make love in the esky

Unconvinced of the Obligation to Oblige

“Femme accoudee 1” (Woman Leaning 1) by Pablo Picasso (1939)

Contracting fingers in dripping blood, yet to be dripped, from the drought of your imagination

Plead among the ancestors of despondent landscapes

Answer this

If you had blood eyes like you do blood noses would you be bloody crying

Or bleeding tears

If you can clean that stench with florid wallpaper, you are bound to bleed, even more

Thus resort to sandpaper 

Because of the thorns of unpredictable brains

Will hallucinate in harmful friendship

The depressed companion who hereby observes and ponders with what should the blood 

Be cleansed yet

On which hour should the surface beholding the blood be drenched in recurring motif 

Colouring drains and sinks a bruise

And painful pink colour, swirling, with reluctance

Should the spiritual landlords

Of oblivion

Adapt to the insecurity of your wobbling, fucked up brain, demand of their patience

The generosity of resolved curiosity

Oh dear the gods of the dirt, and the emphasis on the earth

In correspondence 

Oh earthworms and oh earthlings

Of which the correlation between two prestigious entities is bespoke in the world of salads

Dressing for formal events, insert a handful of those worms above 

The more passive the better

Per pocket square, watch them claw at your fucking heart, freaking out, labeled Salvatore

Ferragamo and volunteer

As your nerves are digesting themselves for your sake, allegedly

Being psycho is too indulgent

And rewarding

The reservation at the art gallery after class is to feast on frogs, and some flowers dyed purple

As if death is not foreshadowed

Enough

Already

Quarrels With The Disloyally Incompetent Shocker

“Buste de matador” (Bust of a matador) by Pablo Picasso (1970)

The association of anxiety, among other things, is the institution of our trust and imagination

Skewered on electric handles

Crafted for showing the digestion of fragility, for common sense’s sake

Accumulate a crowd for yourself

Cornered by the disguise of unbiased authority

Be forced to choke

On the insecurity of red pigmentation, and green interjections, scattered about, unfairly

Promoting specific prejudice entails

The disqualification of reason, cheapened, by the one-liners of trivial stimulus

Ripe from the downfall of attempting

Hereby lingers the casualty of flair, slaughtered through the selection of a panel's appointment

In the recognition of exploitation, a smile is bore through the cost of having suffered

Shower the hand of the devil with mozzarella cheese

And the urine of wombats

If possible

Sneaking on territory described as foreign is a spell that trickles, that teases, patience

The vomit that spills from fountain- like structures, so as to cleanse a bitter status

Rather naïve

Comparing justice is a difficult task, and if not boring

A booby-trap

Busking in genuine peppermint tea if not a solution, answer your Neopets, to your name

Nepotism

The two franchises of one population, crowded amongst the backdrop of disturbance

Who will win

And who are skinned

For their ice-cream

I don’t want to be the douche bag in a fur coat that will talk about being poor, "a poor thing"
In front of an opera audience

Building destruction is through capital encouragement

Handing out stiff gestures

Is for compensation, because we are so ugly and foul

And enough to conquer children

We talk about the things we don’t have, therefore money, therefore friends, therefore lives