Why doesn’t the poetry library (dot e.d.u dot a.u)
have a section on work?
It has war (check),
sad (check),
school, sweet, sympathy (check).
There’s bush (of course)
and death (check),
engagement, family and friendship (check, check, check).
War is work,
I’m sad at work,
school was work,
work isn’t sweet.
I’ve got no sympathy for my boss,
who once worked in the bush.
A man was crushed to death at work.
She got engaged to a bloke she worked with,
had a family with a bloke she worked with,
I was a friend to a bloke she worked with.
I couldn’t give a shit about poetry at work
& neither could the poetry library dot e.d.u dot a.u.


There’s this war that’s been on my mind
All the time, S-S-Syria oh oh
And I can’t pronounce their names
Are they human just the same?
S-S-Syria oh oh

Ah, if I’m called up, I’ll be there
They’ll be saved because I care
It’s all I need to save their lives
I feel so good if I just say the word
S-S-Syria, just say the word
Oh S-S-Syria

Now I know that I’m too young
This war has just begun
S-S-Syria oh oh
Oh give me a chance, give me a sign
I’ll help them any time
S-S-Syria oh oh

Ah, I’ve just got to go there, go there now
I’ve got to get closer but I don’t know how
It makes me nervous and makes me scared
But I feel so good if I just say the word
S-S-Syria, just say the word
Oh S-S-Syria, oh

Ah, it’s all I need to save their lives
I feel so good if I just say the word
S-S-Syria oh oh, I’ll just say the word
Oh S-S-Syria oh oh

I’ll say the word S-S-Syria.

Cuntstable (how to face-fuck a cop with a knife)

Black fella in WA,
drunk and driving and couldn’t pay
the fine that was fine and lesser for
a pressed shirt suit dresser.

Pulled up with half a tinny in his hand,
southern cross his pectoral brand,
cop says “What? You been drinking?”
he says “Nah, I’ve been thinking,”

Call to base, checks out his licence
since the plates don’t match the state he’s in and
his brand doesn’t match the state we’re in.

So, cop goes
“Look mate, you’re drunk and I think
you’ve thunk that this badge gives me a reason
to lead legions and unleash tasers on
non-compliant liberty-chasers

and you’re black, and this car’s unregistered
and I need to make two more arrests today
to get my pay from government inc. WA”

Minang man arcs up
– tense fists –
thinks nah, fuck this.
Cops always take the piss and
insist that this land is their
fair land. Fuck right off, cop.

Door pops and pig lands
on Mabo’s red ochre
sand with his pistol disabled
and his radio unable
and his story a fable.

Minang man on his sand looks down
grips the Bowie in his hand
picks up the convict and sticks his tool
in the throat of Cunstable O’Toole.

Pissing blood out his mouth, bacon begs to stop,
Minang man says “Yeah? Say sorry.

Elise Archer has herpes and David Walsh is a hook-nosed Jew.

Residents of Hobart, go back to the plough,
faux-culture has invaded now.

Your pints have been replaced by schooners
 – the choice of useless baby boomers.
Places once containing pool 
have been replaced with twee drool.

Girls with painted brows birth future crims,
sired by roid-boys on a booze-fueled whims.

On each street tapas are available,
fresh from the Thai-slave table.

The open mics are on every night
to replace old bar fights.

An old gambler runs the southern Louvre,
don’t be fooled and think he’s doing it for you.

Wellington in summer is covered in snow,
it’s just a place for tourists to go.

Elise Archer, with her fake face and tits,
personifies a place that was never it.

Residents of Hobart, go back to the plough,
no one really wants you now. 

latest symptoms

Thought disorder  the most poetic psychiatric condition.

Symptoms include:

alogia, blocking, circumstantiality,

clanging, derailiment, distractibility, echolaia,

illogicality, incoherence, neologisms, perseveration,

phonemic paraphasia, pressure of speech, self-reference,

semantic paraphasia, stilted speech, tangentiality, & approximations.


am schizophrenic / stop / that means that I lack the ability to think, socialise, interpret /

can’t come catching cans, cunt / I write to think, uh, to do the laundry / don’t think, don’t / I don’t think, don’t /

that’s why I write, see / schizophrenic word salad, because hello / schizopoetic / schizopoetic schizopoetic schizopoetic /

phchizophrenic / pausespausespauses / this is about me, because it is /

to make this poem / I invented this poem purposely / poems are dead, death is inevitable / this poem needs a reover.

& the lower the dose, the better the poetry.