The day has a rhythm marked out in feedings. We rise before the sun has found my horizon. Meat biscuits and water , Twinings and Havana, the provisions of life and of stimulation. This worn-out frame runs better on caffeine, the dog runs best on flesh. Bird song gives way to gassy combustion, drowned in…
Author: southstarbrew
Life : Maintenance Issues
My knee has registered a stop work The foreman has identified wear and tear All pain is soluble, all motion is suffering But then I possess nothing unique there.
Life : Demon Cleaner
He hides our liquid sins Scoops them up, Smashes them down Empties go another round He cleans our demons We are the angels Till next fortnight When we will bare the glass And again He will hide our liquid sins.
Life : Units of Happiness
“I drink much less than most people think, and I think much more than most people would believe.” ― Hunter ” I have taken more out of alcohol than alcohol has taken out of me.” ― Winston A drop of malt to anesthetize the day A drop of malt to hush the voice that rings…
Life : A Dropped Jar
Shard of glass slips into my pawKnife through butter with no such defined exitThe pain of penetration, then the ghost of the sharp pastShuffling Jesus me , stigmata for the sins of the kitchenTime heals all till it doesn’t.
Life : Motivational Dispatch from On High
You are 0% there Please keep your computer on
Life : Gone to the Dogs
When the time comes to feedwe howlwe barkand we wail to the ancestors,Ruby and meWhere the wild things are?Well they are right here ,Wearing wolf suits without fear ,Ruby and meWeasels in the wild woodWe are what we are,A nightmare to the choreographed recycling bin dream ,Ruby and meMan and dog shuffling under footbeside a…
Life : Community Rage
My dog is gone , has anyone seen him out loose on the run? And I love my grandson, I need a lawyer to take action against his mum And The flowers on East Street really are so very very lovely And The United Nations are coming , I need ammunition and water And This…
Life : Four Poems That Aren’t
Some of my favourite poems are songs. In this I suspect I am not alone. The dividing line between lyricism and poetry is always fuzzy and subject to sectarian doctrinal world views. I have seen it written that the difference comes down to poems having an unstated or cryptic dimension while lyrics spell things out….
life : April Pie
Potato, mince and pastry on a berm in a storm. One cheek bears the brunt, the other glows in the lee. The absence of cold feels tropical, the sheltered half is drunk on it’s privilege. Heat from the warmer cabinet, passed down the generations, finally it gets to me. From the pit of my stomach,…
Raise the Dawn 