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not politically correct

it’s just like the vampires of new York, only it’s a table full of trannies in Melbourne and if we suck a little saliva, we suck a little come, what difference does it make if we suck your blood, God fearing one

written on the tram shelter wall is stand for Ukraine and a giant dick. What does this mean, the war was created by a giant dick

Dreams

Here comes a trio of little boys all in blue coats, sure I have neon dreams about new York, here comes that Leo in Lycra, here comes the hero of his own life story

Last joint

A last joint by the river, by the brown water, the city gossip. I woke up feeling like a failure, but I steal a moment of serenity, a stranger’s footsteps, I drink my Tennessee whiskey. At home all day and night I hear the planes, and the sound of their engines is like tunes in my ears. Sometimes there’s not a soul to be had in Flockhart reserve. I do get lonely and poetry keeps me company. A white concrete tower in the distance, a ten minute walk to the Terminus Hotel. That’s how I like my marijuana, on the go. At MK media office, I’m just looking at the picture, two guys in suits and a dog.

God loves a cheerful giver, don’t damage your liver. I went down to the hair salon and got my lip pierced. Among the rockstar strong hold hair fudge, a sharp pain followed by a stud through the lip, so spit it out poet because words don’t have to be pretty. The body piercer wore doc marten boots and when she put her needle through my lip her face was so close to mine we could have kissed. In a modern day shopping centre, Roman Saxons in an ancient city.

love your neighbour

my neighbours all know how loving Christ is, how dependable he is, so take a look in the mirror because maybe the problem is you. We talk about the divine made human, we’ll how about humans becoming divine. I see the potential in every human being, yet they come into this life marred by their fathers and mothers and looking for the help in their sisters and brothers. Somewhere in a plane from Rome, between India and Indonesia my friend told me a prayer how I’ve got to let my anger go.

Queen Betty

Queen Betty, bless me with a bit of money and maybe I’ll have you hanging over my bed. In the masonic hall when I cast my vote, there was Queen Betty. I’ve always taken a responsible view with my vote, because there’s plenty of countries denied a democratic vote, with a little pencil, a cardboard booth, uncovering the rocks until the truth comes out with the lizard politicians.

ELVIS

I come down to the shopping centre to write poems, there’s poems in the prize machine. I can hear the shopkeepers counting their money, girls in the hair salon and I’ve got the talent to look good. I’m hoodwinked. There’s buzz cuts in the salon, bastards at the bank. I see frankie, just another citizen of the lucky country taking a touchdown with his bags of shopping. I spill my guts to him, I’ve got plans to go to America and eat record hot dogs, and be a hot shot or a greedy guts. Elvis was kind of before my time, but seeing the Elvis movie yesterday, geez it really makes you feel like you want to go to graceland.

Lonely

I’M lonely and I don’t know if there is a cure. From behind velvet ropes in my mother’s womb to my marble tomb. Saturday morning cartoons and popular tunes. I drink the loneliness into submission and when my mother talks to me I remember the young woman she was.