Small-toothed bipeds hacking. Up the food chain.
Cunning front of skull eyes. Language. Out-flank
mega fauna. Fires and pits. Opposable thumbs.
Ganeugaodusha deer horn club. Rungu baton decorated
with beads. Wairbi woman’s fighting stick. Kotiate
whalebone club. Uchi-ne short throwing dart.
53 names for a stick, enruned, gilded, forged,
leather strapped. 128 types of swords. 206 types of
anti-personnel mines. 233 types of missiles.
Steel-jaw leghold, conibear trap, baited cage trap,
neck snare, wooden deadfall trap, trapping pit,
cast nets, drift nets, long-lines, scientific whaling.
A cobra in a basket. An elephant chained. A hole
drilled in the snout of bear. A sentinel dog.
A trophy. A bet on a cockfight. An experiment.
Herded, hooked, harpooned, milked, spayed, speared,
netted, skinned, salted, corralled, culled, canned,
caged, spiced, saddled, skewered and shot into space.
Extinction is no accident.
Sargassumfish
Emerging from Cabinet, in his crumpled seersucker suit, Sargassumfish barked the new policy to his spiny-tufted chief-of-staff. Driven by commercial realities, the new policy was to do nothing. Immediately after Question Time, the side-jet conveyed the policy to a longlure who bounced it to the appropriate roughbar who relayed it downstairs to a painted branch head who delegated to an ocellated director who scribbled on his white board and assigned it to a three spot and his dwarf frogfish assistant. Sargassum was afloat on gas filled bladders. Subsequently bandtails were found bleached among the weeds of deceit. Singlespots swam sideways. A commission inquired. The brackishwater counsel whispered to Sargassumfish. Sargassumfish could not recall the particulars. The tasselled commissioner returned an open finding. Sargassumfish drooled (another symptom of mercury poisoning).
all your free base are belong to us
we’re brick proof
we get our qool wholesale
we glow in the dark
we only sleep on the synth line
we got da def jam
we got da lyrical grip
we glass gravity
attack us we need the practice
we so far underground we’re molten
260 bpm 180 db
we’re in a ménage à trois with the dj
we spook the devil
we taste like magic apples
our blood is midori
our teeth are osmium
bring the bling bling
we’re the psychodelic spring
hit the air raid siren
sweep the house with green lasers
boof up the break beat
watch out we’re mad as wingdings
this is the best life of our lives
we got more play
than a sack o crazy-assed meerkats.
Dealing with a Thief
Singing Judy Garland
amongst the hydrangeas
Edna returned from feeding the chooks
by the Hawkesbury River
interrupted a stranger
with fingers in the silverware
a disheveled young man
with sorry eyes.
She offered him a cup of tea.
He devoured the scones,
the crumbs on his fingertips.
She bid him God’s blessing
with a shilling
and a hand-knitted cardigan.
first fizzical
my first time
she giggled handing me
a foaming bottle of brut cuvée
an olympic torch
straight out the bottle
spilling chortling
at me
silly of me to quaff it
silly of me to drive
and park where she pointed
at the lake shore
that wide open summer night
i didn’t have
a blanket in the boot
she chuckled
bare as the sky
back then i doubt
i could even spell
p r o p h y l a c t i c
it was over
as quick as it was
in
like champagne fizz
her tongue is sabotage
just the thought of her
my eyes roll back in my head
her face flickers
in a black and white movie
click
click click
clackclack
falling off the spool
hey god, show me one miracle
and i’ll leave you alone forever
the continent is silent
the summer breeze
becomes her slumber breath on my neck
her nose under my chin
she wakes gradually
she kisses my eye ... twice
soft as a ghost
in a chinese film
she says everything
in a pretty accent that charms snakes
catching my breath
my pulse becomes hers
candles light when she sighs
my fingers want to know
the life story of each molecule
every sense is desperate, hungry
love as sharp as terror
shaking me from the silky planet
the after-shocks last for hours
she’s in my dream
like a ghost.
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