Road side carrion

Approximating to think I be like no-one else, but far from alas, we are the same, same fears, same sickness, same laughter, same salty tears

A sensation not strange but unlike that of which I have ever felt.. at times so right, but to when the moment comes I alight, for more strong desires of holding you so tight, that even my breath evades me, for the want of this moment to last a life time, its to deep for it to stop. Our needs not met and shivery seems to be dead, the leap needed for your want to be met makes me scared, placed on the line and a possibility of being hung out to dry. Save me from this torment, I am clearly to week to save myself. Know it though I shall always love you.

Sway with me...

I’m in a matter of unrest
fighting an ocean, with wave upon wave of unjustness
treading water in silent protest
I need freedom from my found commotion
I cant be the only one, I may not take your hand for shame
but reach out for it, as I need you..



So you recon you can pigeon hole me? Placed on that marked space,
upon a shelf, labelled, secluded..
what thoughts of me have led you to believe it be true
you cant fence me in or hold me down
and your attempts to are laughable right now
I am me and you are you, and that’s all we need to know to be true.


The earth was once still and silent, she misses it…

Your name fits so well with mine
an entanglement truly sublime
the scent of your body the heave of your chest
and what i long for lies under your breast
lend it to me and i will treat it so well
be it that i don't please you may i go straight to hell

Flaneur of Sydney

Its hot and sweaty, well it is where I’m situated, alone top story of a Japanese, authentic I might add, cuisine. Surrounded by different demographics and skin tone, yet I’m surprisingly relaxed with a sense of belonging, might have to do with the hand full of beers and wines that I was able to swipe from the 7 magazine opening, at times it feels like the only reason I go to openings these days are for free booze and a wagged saunter amongst the pretence and snide, with that aside its back to my loneliness, I should have been dining with a lovely vegetarian but after sitting and dismissing restaurant after restaurant it felt easier to leave her at the sidewalk as she sneezed, like the creature I am I disappeared into the night. So I find myself here alone more alone than dynamics would have you believe, and a creeping sensation of danger catches me unawares like a brush of the back of my head, ‘who’s there?!’ oh that’s right no one, lets hurry up and start enjoying ourselves… the misleading chatter of the other patrons resembles boystrosities as I can understand a word of what anyone is saying, I even order my food not having a clue what any of what it will be, food is food the waiter nods and smiles nods and smiles backs off to leave, “wait! And saki lots of saki” nods and smiles nods and smiles almost all the way out the room. Being the only white fella in the entire establishment the language barrier makes me laugh to myself. I had a pretty smashing day today, met two standout people that as many people tend to do left a mark on me, one of which, tends to happen quite frequently made me find a way to fall in love with them without trying at all…

I think we should see other people

Is it me that you lust for or just he who has more to offer, I could give you the rope to tie to my heart, that you would yank and pull for your own selfish needs, can’t you see how I bleed, what are you doing you crazy bitch, you leave me no soul left to stitch, up to these shoes that we drag while we walk down cold dark lanes, empty unforgiving... like you. As you grow weak I grow strong and when you give up I will move on…

For far too long I tended that garden with soft subtle hands, bayed to be broken and grazed with toil and frustration. I scream to the sky why won’t you die…

They call it my Esoteric INQUISITIVEness

We are never tired if we can see far enough to keep us busy, occupied at this moment in time I am still torn, not a considerable amount; the fog has lifted to a gentle haze though I’m still easily distracted.

I saw him for a second time today, leaving the house with his mother for the daily outing, his dress was smartly casual with his polo shirt tucked neatly into his jeans with a brown leather belt, as he walked through the front gate he fixed his hat atop his head and scurried down the street toward the station, the direction that his mother had already began walking, I was left unnoticed as if a shadow from an over hanging tree in the neighbours’ garden, once again alone.

My dog and I holler and howl oblivious to the amount of noise, we together are able to generate, until the boy next door started to join in with our skinning of the cats, I was enthralled. When I reside in my room I keep my window open to prop myself half in and out as if to have agoraphobia and claustrophobia all at once.

I gaze skywards mesmerized, by a flashing light atop a radio tower, that to me vaguely resembles the Eiffel tower. On this occasion in/out my window, the boy next door was doing the same thing, I immediately become nervous, I wasn't sure if I wanted him to notice me or not, but deep down I was desperate for the acknowledgment of my existence with a smile a glance anything. He just carried on singing and yelling "I’m going to Vicros, take me to Vicros." No idea where that is but I would go and I would hold his hand the entire way there. This was the second time I had ever heard him vocalize anything that I could understand, the first time I was shocked and had to lean out my window to see it for my own eyes. "I hate Christmas" the reason for my shock wasn't because he was 19 and finally yelling coherent sentences even if they didn't sometimes make sense, it was what he said that first time "I hate Christmas!" It was Christmas time 3 days before in-fact, the previous Christmases were painful to say the least so I didn't like this ones chances so I would continually state my distaste for the fact that "I hate Christmas" so was he mocking me? It would have been unlikely that he shared my views.........none the less I touched him........somehow.

Off with the birdies

Your streets, my streets, our streets.

No sweets on the streets,

no sugar for my arm, yeah

I be beat,

fall down in a heap

so low,

not much further you could go

Eyes of a needle stick,

A gash wound whore that would make you sick

once smooth skin knees,

now battered and bleed

so low,

not much further you could go

A face with that could steal a look,

from the hardest of crooks

when will we find our ease of mind,

from the longest war known to man kind

so disheveled and at unrest,

they tell us that they will try their best

As we grow just to gain

a generation of desensitized main,

I still want you so bad,

to go back to the life you once had

Im all used up on this constant come down.

Do people ever change or just circumstance?

They call it aimless wondering

At mistress point, the Olympic size swimming pool sparkles in the luminous sunshine, peacefully content with the notion that everything is at your finger tips, such as that infamous Luna Park and its continually dwindling number of rides, yet she remains, as a legacy to the shore front. The water crystal clear sings you a silent song of seduction, as if a siren is luring you in to her clutches, a glance over my shoulder stretches the ominous coat hanger, which stands with strength and honour. I sip a beer as a piece of cargo on the docks awaiting my chariot the ferry to escort me home. Before I step away my attention is drawn back to the summer fun that’s almost testable on the warm sweet breeze of the afternoon, boisterous boys swap stories of shenanigans.

Guerilla Greetings'

I put it to you, out there, which of the two options I give you fills you more with contempt 1. To many to even count, trees murdered for the needs of a greeting card, a card in which has been composed with someone else in mind and has nothing to do with you or its recipient, purely made for the profit of the corporation, the card is then appreciated for the appropriate time of, on average one day then tossed aside to join its many other friends in your local land fill (recycling can occur, but you would be surprised how many people feel if recycled their privacy will be evaded), or 2. A warm and loving hug, kiss, nostrils filled with the familiar sent of a loved one, a hand made token of appreciation, be it shit “it’s the thought that counts”- mind over useless matter.
Results are a landslide! So think about it for that next birthday, farewell, get well soon or congratulations for that special someone, and your standing there staring at the vast array of choices you might come across one with a very different message, or if you’re the type of person to rush in and out with what you thought was a grab at an estimated good choice, only to get it home and realise that no your 25 year old mate is not in fact “5 today” and may not appreciate the badge, this is especially for you… a card with some good free advice.

“You can do better than this, put this card back, go home and make one yourself that way it’s from the heart, or better yet a hug would suffice”

Off with the birdies

The torture of being born a virus

Enriching in life, that of a sapling

To grow to something so vast,

And taken for granted, as a ream of paper,

Cheep death, in the hands of the dense.

I’m everything you wish you could be,

And nothing I feel I should

She's Insecure

You believe you look so good

as any normal person should

yet you seem to, oh so care

when I linger upon my stare

are you still so very proud?

that you stand out from the crowd

to be in every eyes sights

upon this apparent fateful night

could it be your hat?

or the slipping of that strap?

a bead of sweat and bated breath

the significant heaving of your chest

oh what a woe

that she must go.

She could have been the woman of my dreams, instead feelings of insecurities tore her from my gaze, damn the process that goes through your head, when a seed of doubt is planted.