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Australia Centurion
Australia Centurion
Heidelberg light, hard edged;
not sharp-cutting wire
knifed thru fractured mica.
as old canvas turns
gold to sepia, brown to aged
ebony, in descending years
gone back, down, away,
to where we survive
and lie cocooned – like pupae
of paper wasps
in interstices of time, locked
in desiccated people-nests.
alive and dy...
Saturday 25th November 2017 8:32 am
Mr Twee
Warfare rages, blood pressure races, worry lines etch into our faces
Predictability always soothes
So we turn our glaikit eyes to you
A saviour decked in red, white and blue
Be our hero, Mr Twee.
Crashing chords in minor keys
Experimental creativity
Please god - spare us all of these!
For our stilted minds cannot compute
Unfamiliar jarring tunes
Blandness is the ...
Friday 4th April 2014 7:36 pm
Hatred Junkie
Fake nostalgia spews out from your head
For a sepia England that was never there
Hatred junkie, you know
Where the blood river flows
Feel the bile at your knees
Marching bands drown out your higher brain
Blaring voices drive your soul insane
Hatred junkie, you feel
Like a cog on a wheel
Grinding so out of time – after time
God made you useless
...Tuesday 18th June 2013 1:03 pm
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