Saturday, August 20, 2011


Beers and beer coasters
Music, smoke, and low gold light
"Boys! I'll Tell Me Ma!"

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chose gin over vodka
moved from the east to the west
fuck karaoke

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a whiskey i want
louder, forget our worries
the old shillelagh

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Tears on my red cheeks,
Laughing louder than all week,
while we all tune up

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stepping out for air
marched to the pub double time
left the bar reeling

Monday, July 25, 2011


help from thee I plea
stuck with cat-like eyes of mine
in the tree of life

to pick a flower
alert and amenable
like a gift from gods

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Secrets of the mind.
Nietzsche; Sartre; Bertie R
Can't know what I know.

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time dangling askew
twinkling possibilities
life just happening

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He came back and winked,
"She's not as shy as she acts"
Grabbed their coats and left.

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water, dark and deep
mystery without language
remain unexpressed

Monday, July 18, 2011


bloke, I sympathise
that's exactly how I'd feel
if I woke up there

one minute I'm zonked,
on the couch watching TV,
the next... Ice! Thing! Fish!

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"The Survival Nerds"
Premiers this season on Fox
Life without 4G

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fish out of water
into a roaring fire
back into water

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Line tied round big toe
Lie back and wait for a bite
Aye, aye there she blows.

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Renaissance Tony:
he can fish and grow stubble
all at the same time!

Saturday, July 9, 2011


One spring acid trip,
naked on Kailua beach
badly sun burned dick.

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take away our clothes
sunburns and gay love flourish
summer dreams in heat

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Languid existence
Can be soo boring for the
Ones who don't like sex.

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An old-cherub's home
Outside, perhaps at recess
Or maybe nap-time

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from the flow of life
a mind stylizes reality
making it more true

Friday, June 24, 2011


Soulless creations
Lacking divine proportion
Void of symmetry

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who needs a garden
when you've a flat screen TV
and gardening shows

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cannot find my house
stuck between value and reality
sleeping on the lawn

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taking on water
we sink in a sea of debt
no bailout for us

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Micronesians come,
sculpt our utopian yard,
I never go there.

Monday, June 6, 2011


No pictures, just music.

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snow falling at night
warm breath and a close embrace
i just want to live

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gentle rain falling
a million things reflected
by the caress of the notes

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Dark clouds, breeze gently
Blowing cliff top grass - now chill
Oh, where is my love?

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another day done
walking home from the station
a sunset lit world

memories replay
words, laughter, smiling faces
small consolations

at last the sun dips
past the temple to home
a light at the door

there was a girl
with bee-stung lips
mad, of course
a shakespeare comedy
her head on my shoulder
and then
in a moment
I'll never understand
I failed
somehow-
she looked at me
and thought 'no'