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a performer's prayer
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a performer's prayer
please today, let me play
let us align
let my throat soften and my tongue fall let my breath be easy
and let me bring
and let me sing
please today, let me play
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life began
with a sound
be and all became
we decorate our lives
with sound
we try
to mark time
with scrapes
and whispers and screams
i would bleed and bruise for you
i would stare into your face as you turn beetroot red
and mark your time with ululation and vibration
as the crane cries and lifts me,
full of surprise and wide eyed shock
i would step off the mountain
and dance on the clouds that you make.
as you whisper instruction
i would blindly acquiesce
yes
all this and so much more
billow on your sound
pray for so much more
and be content with anything
strike the string with flesh
if you strike it right it grows
the way a body hits the water
or thunder rolls
i am contained
but i can dance
there is a rhythm
that can't be swaddled
and you find it,
in your plastic, creaky, stained keys
with ancient lights and unwelcome obtrusion
with your insensitivities and artless grace
you create (but you don't;
you enable and raise and explain)
that pulse
god, can i ever thank you enough
for those minutes of immersion
for that recollection with conception
for that ruination of being;
god, can I ever thank you enough
you made me cry
great clouds of sound billowing
a throbbing that began in my sacrum and lit up my spine like an evergreen pine
heavy with luminous breath
you made me cry
tears welled and I was embarrassed
and had to turn away
hold my fists to my eyes like a child
and sniff and snort like a widow at a grave
you made me cry
because through your patient placement
and childlike holding
i saw something like heaven
and I knew
that the journey
back
would take years
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"eating food just makes you hungry for more food."
she sighed and played with
her
fork.
with her finger
she drew
circles and crosses
in the sauce
shallow
in
her
bowl.
she was thinner
than when we last met.
in the cavernous shadow of the western
freeway.
and that time I swore
that I wouldn't let her go.
but she texted that night
from an airport lounge
and sailed away like a breath.
loved a man who worked in a
fishery
on the banks
of a great lake.
somewhere with mountains and
mirrors of forest and cloud.
what called you back?
i asked
and held my breath and she sighed
"i don't know."
and she stopped swirling in her sauce.
stared.
"words.
i couldn't keep running from the words.
you know?
i need to make the words fit.
you?"
well, I was at a loose end.
and here is close to my mum.
she still has all my stuff.
all my life in pink plastic boxes
piled
in her attic
and her shed.
all my life
in
pink
plastic
boxes.
"that's a bit embarrassing.
i've rid myself of that baggage."
and she looked like she had.
translucent, almost transparent.
barely anchored and
ready to fly
away again
on the next breath. and
i knew.
i had
to leave.
i gotta go
i said.
standing,
she stopped, briefly
"oh. that's a shame.
i had hoped we could,
you know..."
the words dangled.
her thin hands hung limp from
dark braceleted wrists.
nah.
i
gotta
go.
i have a life to unpack and
discard.
and I gotta go.
"ok.
well.
this was nice.
it's a shame."
yeah.
k.
bye.
and the sun outside felt warm and glorious
so
i
ran.
a mountain
a marriage
strong arms and quick words
blood on blue
pointing and pierced
wholly engaged and red banded
when the mountain sings
and strings
and the words torrent
smile bursts like a huge
glowing sun
burn me
i love
you
i love you
i love
you
i love you
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all of a sudden orange
all of a sudden pain
all of a sudden tears of rage
and rain and rain and rain
all of a sudden terrible
all of a sudden tell
all of a sudden nasty names
and your own deep private hell
but all of a sudden held quietly in check
all of a sudden reserved
all of a sudden all held all back
so much much more than you deserve
and all of a sudden i’ll forget your name
and one morning wake all in light
and all of a sudden unbiddened unburdened
good night good night good night
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and we kissed
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and we kissed
my god we kissed
the smell of red wine and the taste of cigarettes
we willed the world towards birth and beginning
and we struck the earth upon her hide and said
turn! start turning!
there's stories to be made!
adventure to be lived!
exalt!
new love! new love!
and when I woke
to news hysterical and tragic
two sons executed
by firing squad
and a families' last hours and
no matter how heavy their tears and
no matter how they tried to grip the hours
fingers grasping wet sand as the tide sucked
the crushing weight
of hours becoming minutes becoming second becoming moments
becoming BANG!
as we kissed they wept, inconsolable
for a brief second I felt
an entangled world
where birth springs from death from birth from death from birth
where lovers will blossoms and gardens to grow
and mothers scream and lean into the fury of time
where cities burn and mountains shake
and lives are saved and snuffed and remade
in every moment second minute hour minute second moment second more
a screaming white noise fury of sound and vision and lives
oh to make gardens with you
and watch the flowers bloom
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i remember waking early
and tired, willing the hours to pass until i could call
you and hear your tight voice
repressed and frantic and sexy as fuck
and how my heart would sprint
as my phone rung like a bell struck
oh fuck maybe it's you
we can meet
clandestine
discreet
because your friends couldn't know
but public
so you could flee
when the great jelly mass became too hard to hold
and the edged details couldn't be managed anymore
and i would linger over the tiniest
details of your latest misadventure
naked new year dancing and gross propositions
throwing up in public toilets
and fuck the endless lies
fuck the endless lies
fuck the endless lies
and now again
we swim through cloudy summer air
i'm stomping paced belligerent
our long and sad affair
from a first floor balcony we colluded
and spun
like alabaster tops, violent and brittle
and i jumped
hands held knowing you couldn't remain alone
and you couldn't
and you didn't
you never dared
you never tried
fuck your endless lies
fuck your endless lies
fuck your endless lies
and there's too much left unsaid
as i caterwaul and twist
through great unknown cluster mysteries of
dank constellations and swirling gas galaxies screaming
your angular trajectory
gathers dull stones
with blank and simple faces
and you leech
convinced of your fecundity
denying your vampirism
fuck your endless lies
fuck your endless lies
fuck your endless lying
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she lives on artificial colours
and doubts every word
capable of ffffiiilth
but demure like a confessional
(as if a porcelain face wasn't enough)
what she doesn't know she will
unsure, stepping like a crane
careful careful
unrealised
what will it take!
how long!
time lapsed and blooming
dizzy, I spin
stars make circles
and a woman, centred, seated
realised and whole
administers like a gentle god
tends head bowed
demure but looming, patient
but quick
light, dark, golden, gray
so much
and so much more
motes as she settles
ranges sing and dogs call
she breathes and the air...
sighs
lost for words and lost for rhyme
we writhe
but sssshhhh her breath
is the air
and we settle; dense, dumb and silly
content to
wait and
joyful in her
shaded slumber
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the sea?
the sea can burn
let the great fire consume it
let the sun crash into it’s heart
steaming, boiling and screaming
a thousand souls crying quickly at once
and a million more whimpering in their beds
let the sky know
all my secrets
even the ones that i reserve just for my love
it will cover it’s face in shame
and we will live under grey clouds and rain
for all our days
til we cough up our lungs and fold like cripples deprived of her affection
let the moon be seen
blood red and sense consuming
huge beyond comprehension and mad froth inducing
pregnant and urgent
a mother to be, turgid
ready to torrent a tide of plundering vitality
leaving a barren wasteland where once we fought and cried like dogs
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it's easy
with a full belly
to take a higher road
pause and breathe and reflect
suppress the howls of the inner insects
and the stirrings of the great snake
but where hunger screams, for
spiritual satiety, for
warmth, for
love, for
belonging, for
home.
then
how
how can we
judge
the frenzied slayings, the
frantic fucking, the
drunken screams and the meth driven beatings
when an animal is mortal wounded and
soul starved and thrashed so
the breathe of a breeze is
like ground glass on raw flesh
then
how?
how can we judge it's
violent screams?
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this anaemic senator
stands
surrounded by angels
that are an invention
and she mumbles
and she mutters:
a product of years of cultural inbreeding and political professionalism:
a blight that blathers as the world burns
while earnest, open faces lift their eyes like suns
their potential boiling away
and the world burns
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every morning starts this way
on a different planet from yours
the day lies ahead
a gray rubbery ocean
and somewhere beneath
my thick skin blubbers
a giant disappointment
- WHERE'S MY FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS?!
darren shouts at the radio from the shed
my other brother the stuck up cunt
has his own car
he goes to the movies whenever he wants
he can afford to drink at the pub
me and darren and dad
sit in the fucking shed
and the dogs bark
and the neighbours scream
and we turn up the radio and fuck them - FUCK YOU!
can you see the waste from where you live?
i hate going to the dole office
i feel like a fucking dickhead
i can make things
i can drive
but i can’t fucking type and i can’t fucking play niceandsmilelikeagrinningdickheadinabuttonedupshirtandiwon’tgetahaircutandthefuckingtattoosaren’tgoinganywhere
so why do you keep asking
it doesn’t make it betterbludgerwankerlazyfuckingmaggot
some mornings i can’t breathe
because it’s so tight
it’s so tight around my chest
and i want to swim up
and i can’t and i can’t breathe
and i cry quietly so they can’t hear me
and they can’t give me any shit
and – DON'T BE SUCH A FUCKING WHINGER dad says
i’ll feel better after my first beer
and better after my tenth and
when everything around me is a blur and
the fence is higher than it should be and
the ground arcs away like a mountain andtheni’llfeelbetterand
LOOK WHAT I DID
TEN IN TWO HOURS
i could do twenty before dinner and some bongs and it’ll be okandthenit’llbeokthenit’llbeok
no fuck off i can’t today
i have an interviewaninterview
WHERE’S MY FUCKING SHIRT?! WHERE’SMYSHIRT?!
IPUTITOUTLASTFUCKINGNIGHTWHERE’SMYFUCKINGSHIRT?!oksorryok
interviews are rooms full of cunts
look at themcuntsfuck
i hate this
i’m at the bottom of an ocean
and i can’t swim up
andit’ssotightaroundmychest
yeah mate i can make things
i can be thereanytimemateanytimemateicandoityeahok
sit by the fucking phone
like waiting for a girl to callfuck
yeah mate
well i could do it on a differentday like
anytimematei icandoit
yeah no worriesCUNTFUCKINGCUNTfuckfufuck
they can’t hear my in my room
but i can hear them
- WHERE’S MY FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS?!
- YOU GOING TO SHUT THOSE FUCKEN DOGS UP??!
- GET FUCKED! MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS YOU STUPID OLD BITCH! FUCK YOU!
but they can’t hear me
and they can’t feel the weight
there’s nothing wrong with me only dickheads work
but they can’t feel the weight
and we pool like silver and tin
and we’re a mirror
all arse about
and you can’t see the waste from the planet that you live on
and it’s so tight around my chest
and i can’t swim up
and it stretches away grey
and they can’t hear me
they can’t hear me
they can’t hear metheycan'thearme
i just wanna get out of here
i just wanna job
i just wanna get out of hereijustwannajob
ijustwannajobijustwannajobijustwannajob
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bind
protect your wearing edges
battalions of weathered worn ancients
spines lifting and frayed
dust deep and golden leaved
fragile
dead to all intentions
and purposeless
crushed
corridors and cupboards
vanilla stink
mass graves and rescued cardboard coffins
this is where it ends
you have been fingered and
eaten
inhaled and
adored
if you were lucky
perhaps you were only
a prestigious decoration
but be thankful
that you weren't consumed
then
regurgitated
twisted and false
from an attorney generals
office
or some similar brainless backwater
be pleased
i hope
that you give
more pleasure
to a time rich toddler
making shaky steps and
gifting life
where her hand falls
i hope
that you are loved
but
i can't lie
i don't think we need your armies
the war is fought now on glowing pale quads
through wire and telephonic exchange
though even those weapons are creaking and old
our armies are of light and
they stink of angels
you are fashioned of old dead wood
too too mortal
and i can't stand it anymore
goodbye
goodbye
goodbye
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in the hard blue light the soft red meat flashes by and he lets it fly, despairing
he understands
why his mother, like a melon swollen
her trembling legs stepped out
onto the thin long line that
narrowed and vanished
into a blue grey horizon
why she crouched in the stinking fish hold,
tried to hide herself as poles of light wrung the wet air
kept her head down as paper was scratched and stuffed
with chicken scratch blue and black scrawls
and stern faces furrowed and unmarked hands pulled
shoving sometimes tearing occasionally caring and
why she waited for years behind the fence
her tiny dark eyed boy always
there
she fled a country where tomorrow's meal was never guaranteed
bent double in a field where a broken arm could mean
where one failed season could mean
where one missed payment or one raised voice or one foot wrong or just about anything it seemed could mean
the end
and how did he arrive
lost inside
the unrealised dreams
of a swollen, sandalled woman?
yesterday a man was dragged
into the big machine
they cleaned him out and within hours
it seemed
the machine roared again like a great steel mountain
like a huge shaking wall of metal and pastel
and blades and carnage and death
last week a lady broke her arm
when some railing collapsed
she was sent home
and she won’t be coming back
how is it
he's still here?
his situation nearly as fragile
as if he stood calf deep
in the rice paddies of his mother’s village
why does he stay
and why every day
negotiates the blood slick grated floor?
for the sun which lies
nestled under
one huge blanket in the second room
he stinks of offal and death
the door squeaks on stained hinges and
the floor complains as it bows
for the warmth of her touch
the huge brown eyes
the - daddy? whispered sleepy as she hears him
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