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This is a conceptual story, and in construction with the more architechtural sense of the word preceding the comma just past, a sentence. (c) 2008 A friendly non place slash zero zone for the malfeasant decommission of the perfect crime

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Brisbane, Queensland, Australia
I am mainly interested in poetry, prose, contemporary theory, art appreciation and analysis.

Friday, June 18, 2010

dear spider webs

dear spider webs
stray sticker stay
day flicker gray
as i miss you still,
silent sculpture,
violent vulture,
on the window sill,
of the colloseum,
making a museum,
desparing secret mausoleum,
ensnaring,
dear spiderwebs
in the winds and rain
outside again

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

A Study for the Crucifixion

A Study for the Crucifixion

Passing singularity
Abbreviate
Speed and politics
Alleviate

Let It be
Axe a Dentally
I will fill the void
for the empty

Incra mentally
present
Ever Dentally
absent

My God
this Bites

Monday, May 31, 2010

RALLY!

Rally!
O You must!
Though all stars will turn to dust

Rally!
O You must!
Though it all seems frightfully unjust

Rally!
O You must!
Though everything's doomed to bust

Rally!
And I will watch you go!

Thursday, April 15, 2010

some of the banal recyclable trash thoughts crossing my mind today

the critic is always essential to and inextricably culpable in their criticism

aniseed tea reminds me of smoking shisha and is most likely better for my lungs

my job is so outrageously boring as to be completely outrageous

i'm lucky to have a job

'in cold blood' is a powerful and moving novel

Monday, March 29, 2010

there there

there there
engage my intention
betray your apprehension,
harmonies' august abstention;
stage delay,
interval,
and harmonies beyond comprehension
there there

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Lucid August Nine

Lucid August Nine
it's some lost song
that wasn't even all mine
damn
it
where is
it?

it's just a simulated compilation
of all that preceded
it

really

i've wanted to find it
ever since i forgot how to play it

it's clearly better lost

yet it's still a haze upon my imagination

headlights the highway of my agitation

now poor cousin Poetry's all's i got to show for it

yes

it's clearly better lost

Saturday, March 13, 2010

grey day light

oh cloud so milky white
bird of such high flight
blue my eyes, wash their sight
now bespeckled by your light
glowing wilderness of night
in summer when i might
chance upon oh fresh delight
whimsical chaos oh contrite
presenting cloud oh so milky white
foreboding rain to dim the light
grey
oh when will my vanity take flight
leaving my soul to take delight
in the sun, light is but different shades of
grey