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Rhyming slang about ding-a-lings
and gangs banged up by hip happenings,
slip, slop, slappin' things, flappin' wings,
gums and about whatever brings
big guns to fire at hearts, at marks
on starting lines, keeping times
caught-up in a net of rhythmic signs.

25/01/2026

The pen strokes thickened
until when the gaps appeared
to be what was written.

12/01/2026

Laconic lightning
lays pathways,
like arterial networks
to neural nebulae.
Iconic in this information
age, through a terminal
space projected
behind the screen stage.

Spectres sprawling in
a suburban stretch,
a virtual void virus
via us. Deep-etched
sectors selected,
sliced-up, and sentenced
to a series of
serious infections.

03/12/2025

Pierced

Made mad manifestos
and punctured flesh,
light waited with
bated-breath ...
until Bateman left.

Instigated
whisper campaigns
of something fishy
to bring you down;
humbled there,
holding the lapel.

Incarnations are
button-holed, pinned
like a butterfly
to display the effect
of its wings in
infinite iterations.

An alien iridescence
sings its own virtue
to make its way through
to write the future
rock decorations.

30/11/2025

Dawn Gone!

Don't think twice,
it ain’t no use.
It’s Al, right?
You're looking for green?
Forlorn, like lightning,
dancing to the breaks at dawn.

For me, no use
in leaving a light on,
I'll be gone
to the dark-side
of the lonesome street.
On the bright-side,
I’m on the road again.
I just can’t wait!

I was deemed more arty,
with a twinkle in my eye,
than my little darlin’.
I was losing sleep on the run.

Things didn't really
turn out as planned;
this life, full of demands,
sad songs, and not happy jams -
tune in and turn them on
until all your hope is gone.

No worries, ads hock
dreamworlds
that may never come.
Another day living
in Burroughs’ times
where Mugwumps walk the line
and children play in the sun.

Just there to help you
get Furthur down, the signs
had you believe you
had to make it all alone.

On the razor's edge,
I can hear the tick-tock,
but there is no time
in the present. Going off,
like a walking time-bomb,
forced to run too hot.

To handle it,
climb another rung
on the ladder;
make a deal
that’s so unfair.

As if I still care
to call out your name
in vain to the sky;
it took, “So long”,
to realise
you were already gone.

22/11/2025

Visit the spirits.
Green-tea-visions of old-truths
in one painful lump.

22/11/2025

In a cool breeze space
where whirlpools of congealed haze
pirouette in place.

15/11/2025

We started out with
touchstones and tropes,
with so many shared
horrors and hopes.

Now all we have is
touchscreens and memes;
production seized means,
the end of dreams.

14/11/2025

Never gets any
older, like Bart and Biggie.
Blows up in his face,
like it's a cartoon ciggie.

Ran a track and trace
when he was playing tiggy.
Will, he smack your face
if you start getting jiggy.

05/11/2025

KoN-Trails

Understand poetry,
cut into the lyric.
Attempt the primal
pursuit of story.
Transform the heart-
broken vow to honour
the long grief of loss
reflected in myth.

Central to the core
expression of the
unspeakable work,
to contain damage
by retrieving
the bodies of
lost memory.

Comfort sequences
continue deeper
to enable a poem;
the moment im-
mortalised. This
strategy, assembled
fragments of occasions.

The veneration of violation,
with intact fractions
exhibited for worship;
their tributes speak
of rage, intent to invent
a powerful imagining
of the contra lovers.

The muse,
a bitter beauty,
made a villain,
adapted against life.
The obstinate desire
returning ekphrastic
vengeance versions
again and again.

- Blackout poem based on “Understand me now” by Grace Roodenrys, a review of “KONTRA” by Enice Andrada, in Australian Book Review #481.

28/10/2025

Tried duality.
A strip-tease mentality
liminality.

Brand fatality
to kombat mortality
virtuality.

Pride normality,
this theatricality
personality.

28/10/2025

Aphonic bray manse.
Bionic someday, enhance.
Chronic decay dance.

27/10/2025

Abandon Al, hope
he won't enter here again;
my figmental friend.

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