Written 1990 while bored out of my brain in a class at N* Secondary College. Doesn't seem too bad for a not yet Goth, cathartic, disenfranchised teen, angst piece.
Skulls and bones
Deserts Dry
Unanswered phones
No questions "Why?"
Stab through heart
Blood runs red
Lovers apart
Cupid dead
Where as this could be used as an example of why teenage girls who dream of Robert Smith and Sylvia Plath should maybe not put pen to paper...
Pray thee peace
Enter my realm
Let me sleep
Deep in the ground
Death, oh, Death
To thee I beseech!
Take my life
Into your firm reach!
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Tuesday
For one night only
Unpublished.
I see you now upon the stage
Shattner-esque your diarrhoea rage
You say things now as if emotion
Is your muse now from you fled
I remember when I first saw you
Thought "There's an arse I can bite into"
And heard your words of childhood lost
The beauty of you soul come across
A few drinks later, a few smokes more
We did the verbal dance of phwoar
Insults half meant, comments barbed
Designed to make you very hard
Smoked some more, almost drunk
Back towards your bed we slunk
Clothes fast shed, inhibitions too
As you showed very nicely what a tongue could do
A moment of beauty cut short by health
As airways closed from polluting stealth
Me gone at daylight for funeral, a friend...
And your past comes to finish what I would not end.
You spread your version of the truth
Knowing those lies, so uncouth,
My ears they may never reach
But indiscretionsa lesson teach
I learned to never trust a man
To never let them see heart's plan
A lesson learnt one hurtful night
Of love, of sex, of wrong, of spite.
I see you now upon the stage
Shattner-esque your diarrhoea rage
You say things now as if emotion
Is your muse now from you fled
I remember when I first saw you
Thought "There's an arse I can bite into"
And heard your words of childhood lost
The beauty of you soul come across
A few drinks later, a few smokes more
We did the verbal dance of phwoar
Insults half meant, comments barbed
Designed to make you very hard
Smoked some more, almost drunk
Back towards your bed we slunk
Clothes fast shed, inhibitions too
As you showed very nicely what a tongue could do
A moment of beauty cut short by health
As airways closed from polluting stealth
Me gone at daylight for funeral, a friend...
And your past comes to finish what I would not end.
You spread your version of the truth
Knowing those lies, so uncouth,
My ears they may never reach
But indiscretionsa lesson teach
I learned to never trust a man
To never let them see heart's plan
A lesson learnt one hurtful night
Of love, of sex, of wrong, of spite.
American Pie
Unpublished
American Pie
I’m naked beside Monroe
As the coldness rushes in
Jones and Epstein are fighting
Over who gets to teach me how to swim
Sylvia’s writing my soliloquy
But she doesn’t know where to start
I’m Brandon Lee’s stand in
It’s a really killer part
I’ve had Hemmingway offer me advice
On how to hunt and the use of a gun
John Wayne’s offered me a movie,
A western, in the New Mexico sun
I’m getting driving lessons from Jimmy
Now the Spyder’s service is done…
So leave me standing at the world trade center
Buddy and I are waiting for our plane to come in.
American Pie
I’m naked beside Monroe
As the coldness rushes in
Jones and Epstein are fighting
Over who gets to teach me how to swim
Sylvia’s writing my soliloquy
But she doesn’t know where to start
I’m Brandon Lee’s stand in
It’s a really killer part
I’ve had Hemmingway offer me advice
On how to hunt and the use of a gun
John Wayne’s offered me a movie,
A western, in the New Mexico sun
I’m getting driving lessons from Jimmy
Now the Spyder’s service is done…
So leave me standing at the world trade center
Buddy and I are waiting for our plane to come in.
Popsuicety
Unpublished
Pop suiciety
Michael’s offered me some rope
Kurt the use of his gun
I’ve a ticket on Lynyrd Skynyrd’s plane
My journey’s just begun
River’s encouraging me to try
Some stuff that Joplin recommends.
Mama Cass is making the sandwiches
For a picnic that will never end.
Denver has offered to pilot me,
Then Harlow a lift to my home;
While Lennon is standing behind me
Chapman is out on the roam.
Pop suiciety
Michael’s offered me some rope
Kurt the use of his gun
I’ve a ticket on Lynyrd Skynyrd’s plane
My journey’s just begun
River’s encouraging me to try
Some stuff that Joplin recommends.
Mama Cass is making the sandwiches
For a picnic that will never end.
Denver has offered to pilot me,
Then Harlow a lift to my home;
While Lennon is standing behind me
Chapman is out on the roam.
Cleaned up: Coffee, Cafe and Cupcakes
Unpublished
CAFÉ
How is this?
I sit alone
Sipping latte
Burning my lips
Killing time
I listen to the conversations
Imagine lives at home
Jobs held, cars driven
While my pen plays at the paper
An insect dipped in ink crawling away
Letting my thoughts run wild
Still I wait
Each minute a death knoll
`Til I can be with you
To see your act of Rudi gore
To applaud your G&S
So I wait,
Sipping Latte,
Burning my tongue,
And thinking of you.
CAFÉ
How is this?
I sit alone
Sipping latte
Burning my lips
Killing time
I listen to the conversations
Imagine lives at home
Jobs held, cars driven
While my pen plays at the paper
An insect dipped in ink crawling away
Letting my thoughts run wild
Still I wait
Each minute a death knoll
`Til I can be with you
To see your act of Rudi gore
To applaud your G&S
So I wait,
Sipping Latte,
Burning my tongue,
And thinking of you.
The Blues
Unpublished
Performed
THE BLUES
I got the blues so bad my soul lays open and bare
I got the blues so bad as I lie here waiting for someone to care
I got the blues so bad Holly Golightly is telling me there the mean reds
JD Sallinger is standing to catch me if I fallout of bed
Munsch is painting my sorrow, Bessie smith crying for my song
And Maslow screams at me to try and explain where it all went wrong
I got the blues so bad that I'm keeping Cadbury's Nestle and Smiths going
The radio constantly plays Isaak and Floyd, Dylan and Lennon and Cohen
My eyes burn red for the tears that they have no longer to cry
A heart of stone calls out for feeling, for emotion, that it may fly
I got the blues so bad my head is thudding like a funeral drum
All I can focus on is the warm embrace of death to come
The Parlor is booked, the church on stand by, the worms hunger
As my life continues to spiral out of control, pulling me under
I got the blues so bad my soul lays open and bare
I got the blues so bad as I lie here waiting for someone to care.
Performed
THE BLUES
I got the blues so bad my soul lays open and bare
I got the blues so bad as I lie here waiting for someone to care
I got the blues so bad Holly Golightly is telling me there the mean reds
JD Sallinger is standing to catch me if I fallout of bed
Munsch is painting my sorrow, Bessie smith crying for my song
And Maslow screams at me to try and explain where it all went wrong
I got the blues so bad that I'm keeping Cadbury's Nestle and Smiths going
The radio constantly plays Isaak and Floyd, Dylan and Lennon and Cohen
My eyes burn red for the tears that they have no longer to cry
A heart of stone calls out for feeling, for emotion, that it may fly
I got the blues so bad my head is thudding like a funeral drum
All I can focus on is the warm embrace of death to come
The Parlor is booked, the church on stand by, the worms hunger
As my life continues to spiral out of control, pulling me under
I got the blues so bad my soul lays open and bare
I got the blues so bad as I lie here waiting for someone to care.
Relatives
RELATIVES
Look behind the eyes in the emptiness of her face
Behold what you have all done in your ignorance
You took so much suckling at her breast again, again
Till she was dry, desolate, with nothing left
Can you see behind the eyes, in the emptiness of her face
Do you behold what your tongues have created
Do you leave behind your lies for her to grasp
The straws of a dying woman vanishing in your wind
Have you seen behind the eyes at the emptiness in her face
Have you looked out at the desolate wastelands before her
You who took so much and left so little, you her prodigal offspring,
She who has given you so much, she who has none left with which to live.
Look behind the eyes in the emptiness of her face
Behold what you have all done in your ignorance
You took so much suckling at her breast again, again
Till she was dry, desolate, with nothing left
Can you see behind the eyes, in the emptiness of her face
Do you behold what your tongues have created
Do you leave behind your lies for her to grasp
The straws of a dying woman vanishing in your wind
Have you seen behind the eyes at the emptiness in her face
Have you looked out at the desolate wastelands before her
You who took so much and left so little, you her prodigal offspring,
She who has given you so much, she who has none left with which to live.
Bourbon
Unpublished
BOURBON
Another drink of bourbon please
I slur across at the bartender
The look of pity in his eyes I ignore
Another drink of bourbon please
I hear my voice become slightly louder
The slight plea as pathetic as last nights liaison
Please, another drink of bourbon
I begin to beg fearing his response
I can pay for it all, I think
Please another drink of bourbon
I become confused and jumbled
My sweet lover gleefully withheld
DRINK BOURBON NOW
Guttering lights, flicker consciousness
Lying alone in the dark
Street sweeper nearing, memory lost
The last sip a sweet memory
The last drink to long ago
BOURBON
Another drink of bourbon please
I slur across at the bartender
The look of pity in his eyes I ignore
Another drink of bourbon please
I hear my voice become slightly louder
The slight plea as pathetic as last nights liaison
Please, another drink of bourbon
I begin to beg fearing his response
I can pay for it all, I think
Please another drink of bourbon
I become confused and jumbled
My sweet lover gleefully withheld
DRINK BOURBON NOW
Guttering lights, flicker consciousness
Lying alone in the dark
Street sweeper nearing, memory lost
The last sip a sweet memory
The last drink to long ago
Necrophilia
Unpublished
Necrophilia
What you see before you is a hell that once was living
The calcium deposits that outline a once human thing
You see the vague shape that was a face
The empty gaze of sockets focused in space
You listen to the empty echo of it's thoracic
You can hear the last beat of it's heart's depravity
You store her once voluptuous being on ice
Wonder if it ever held life before yours
See before you the remnant of the shell
You've wined it, dined it, fucked it over
Like all who've come before you
You attempt to make it live again
Promise it the sweet breath of love, of life
You promise, you promise, you break.
Necrophilia
What you see before you is a hell that once was living
The calcium deposits that outline a once human thing
You see the vague shape that was a face
The empty gaze of sockets focused in space
You listen to the empty echo of it's thoracic
You can hear the last beat of it's heart's depravity
You store her once voluptuous being on ice
Wonder if it ever held life before yours
See before you the remnant of the shell
You've wined it, dined it, fucked it over
Like all who've come before you
You attempt to make it live again
Promise it the sweet breath of love, of life
You promise, you promise, you break.
Stumble Stumble Don't Fall
Stumble, stumble, don't fall.
Allow me my peace
Allow me my rest
My solitude
Do not deny me my past
Do not deny me who I am
For I have been on a journey
From where I cannot say
But now I am here
And I am now who I am
Deny me that and deny me breath
For no longer do I walk with death
No longer am I…
Entering again
Becoming lost, wanting you,
Not understanding, not able to have you
Cannot find you, need help, cannot
Want to, coping, slipping, help me, help me
Help me….
I walk alone now
But at least, I still walk
Allow me my peace
Allow me my rest
My solitude
Do not deny me my past
Do not deny me who I am
For I have been on a journey
From where I cannot say
But now I am here
And I am now who I am
Deny me that and deny me breath
For no longer do I walk with death
No longer am I…
Entering again
Becoming lost, wanting you,
Not understanding, not able to have you
Cannot find you, need help, cannot
Want to, coping, slipping, help me, help me
Help me….
I walk alone now
But at least, I still walk
Fashion
Unpublished
FASHION
Coldness the fingers of early morning mist
Slowly penetrating the dark fugue of memory
I stretch myself out feeling the emptiness return
I envisage the colors you use to hide your inner black
I feel the stiffness of your linens, the cheapness of your top
We are the children that the goddess Luna has embraced
We, who shun the absurdity of those who walk with Sol
We, who you draw back from with the fear of ignorance
It is we who pity you and your hiding
You draw your ideas from Vogue, your attitudes are Cleo
You ignore comfort for fashion, style over substance
In your lemon, your limes, your pinks and your peaches
You think it suits your peroxide and henna mentality
Your failure to accept others on appearance alone
While clinging desperately to an ever-changing world
A world offering no hand holds, just 50% off
And at one point your integrity sold, your intelligence bargained
You become the droids and clones of our brave new world
Now you only change your clothes, your hair, your colors
Your only inconsistency lies in appearing as different
So, alone, once more I shut my eyes and beg for Morte
Once more I strive to escape from your fashion,
From your hatred of that feeds off others souls
As you strive to get a better grip on the latest fad.
FASHION
Coldness the fingers of early morning mist
Slowly penetrating the dark fugue of memory
I stretch myself out feeling the emptiness return
I envisage the colors you use to hide your inner black
I feel the stiffness of your linens, the cheapness of your top
We are the children that the goddess Luna has embraced
We, who shun the absurdity of those who walk with Sol
We, who you draw back from with the fear of ignorance
It is we who pity you and your hiding
You draw your ideas from Vogue, your attitudes are Cleo
You ignore comfort for fashion, style over substance
In your lemon, your limes, your pinks and your peaches
You think it suits your peroxide and henna mentality
Your failure to accept others on appearance alone
While clinging desperately to an ever-changing world
A world offering no hand holds, just 50% off
And at one point your integrity sold, your intelligence bargained
You become the droids and clones of our brave new world
Now you only change your clothes, your hair, your colors
Your only inconsistency lies in appearing as different
So, alone, once more I shut my eyes and beg for Morte
Once more I strive to escape from your fashion,
From your hatred of that feeds off others souls
As you strive to get a better grip on the latest fad.
Penfriends
Unpublished
PENFRIENDS.
I suck on the end of my pen drawing the black lid between my lips
Like a lover I lost to another Like the only friend I have left
I play it's plastic smoothness across my tongue Remembering his hollow kiss
Infrequently neurosis creep onto paper While I continue to suck on my pen
Listening to music long ago bastardized by a Nescafe ad Metallic taste on lips
Spilling pretensions onto paper Grasping the pen ever tighter
The soul mate I never knew The dearest friend in the process of dying
Struggling with sight, vision fails Candle gutters wax drips down
Viewing the red run over the paper bloody quill in one hand
Tears of blood like Steven's fall alone again, chewing on pen
Discarding the remains Choosing another
I slowly draw him to my lips Beginning again
Sucking on the end of my pen Hoping to god Ink doesn't stain.
PENFRIENDS.
I suck on the end of my pen drawing the black lid between my lips
Like a lover I lost to another Like the only friend I have left
I play it's plastic smoothness across my tongue Remembering his hollow kiss
Infrequently neurosis creep onto paper While I continue to suck on my pen
Listening to music long ago bastardized by a Nescafe ad Metallic taste on lips
Spilling pretensions onto paper Grasping the pen ever tighter
The soul mate I never knew The dearest friend in the process of dying
Struggling with sight, vision fails Candle gutters wax drips down
Viewing the red run over the paper bloody quill in one hand
Tears of blood like Steven's fall alone again, chewing on pen
Discarding the remains Choosing another
I slowly draw him to my lips Beginning again
Sucking on the end of my pen Hoping to god Ink doesn't stain.
Just Do It
Unpublished
JUST DO IT.
I have come to the conclusion
That only one thing
To ruin my health is no longer enough
I have decided to DO IT ALL!
ALCOHOL! CAFFEINE! CIGARETTES!
All legal, all within the law
You'll not try to stop me?
You, on your high horse,
I know what you did when younger
You envy my freedom now
That’s why you frown, Say NO!
But I know you want to join me…
Feel bourbons sweet kiss
Coca-Cola's youth elixir
PJ's smooth calmness
Let my friends become yours
JOIN ME! We're harming no one
Just a slow attempt at suicide
You see I have come to the conclusion
That doing one thing is no longer enough…
JUST DO IT.
I have come to the conclusion
That only one thing
To ruin my health is no longer enough
I have decided to DO IT ALL!
ALCOHOL! CAFFEINE! CIGARETTES!
All legal, all within the law
You'll not try to stop me?
You, on your high horse,
I know what you did when younger
You envy my freedom now
That’s why you frown, Say NO!
But I know you want to join me…
Feel bourbons sweet kiss
Coca-Cola's youth elixir
PJ's smooth calmness
Let my friends become yours
JOIN ME! We're harming no one
Just a slow attempt at suicide
You see I have come to the conclusion
That doing one thing is no longer enough…
Wishes
Unpublished
WISHES
I WISH I WAS YOU
What an easy task that is
Being you
Seeing, knowing, having,
Mystical powers that see
Who others should fuck
Dictate their love
I WISH I WAS YOU
It would be so much fun
To fuck and not feel
It must be wonderful
To never be hurt yourself
To never live the lows
Experiencing self righteous highs
I WISH I WAS YOU
So I could dispose of the children
So I could have the rich boyfriend
So I could be the most popular girl
To know they wanted me for my body
Never caring about my mind
Only fucking the lonely one inside.
WISHES
I WISH I WAS YOU
What an easy task that is
Being you
Seeing, knowing, having,
Mystical powers that see
Who others should fuck
Dictate their love
I WISH I WAS YOU
It would be so much fun
To fuck and not feel
It must be wonderful
To never be hurt yourself
To never live the lows
Experiencing self righteous highs
I WISH I WAS YOU
So I could dispose of the children
So I could have the rich boyfriend
So I could be the most popular girl
To know they wanted me for my body
Never caring about my mind
Only fucking the lonely one inside.
Dieters Lament: A poem in 3 words.
Unpublished
DIETERS LAMENT.
Rich Chocolate Cake?
Chocolate Cake? Rich?
Rich Cake? Chocolate?
Chocolate? Rich? Cake?
Cake, Chocolate, Rich!
Cake! Rich! Chocolate!
Chocolate… Rich… Cake…
DIETERS LAMENT.
Rich Chocolate Cake?
Chocolate Cake? Rich?
Rich Cake? Chocolate?
Chocolate? Rich? Cake?
Cake, Chocolate, Rich!
Cake! Rich! Chocolate!
Chocolate… Rich… Cake…
Critique
Unpublished
CRITIQUE
Your so sharp wit is blunted with age
You rant your words in imitation rage
The lies fly forth below the truth
Your manners not charming, appearance uncouth
I listen enthralled at the web that you spin
And wonder how you've dragged me in
Your prose flies forth encompassing fear
Showing me the mirror into which I do peer.
CRITIQUE
Your so sharp wit is blunted with age
You rant your words in imitation rage
The lies fly forth below the truth
Your manners not charming, appearance uncouth
I listen enthralled at the web that you spin
And wonder how you've dragged me in
Your prose flies forth encompassing fear
Showing me the mirror into which I do peer.
Black Heart
Unpublished
BLACK HEARTS
I shouldn't hate you just because of what you've done
I shouldn't picture your head going through a windscreen
Nor your brains Picasso-esque on the bitumen in front
I shouldn't let bitterness eat into my heart again
I should accept all men aren't like you.
Some care, some would never contemplate
They would never do the dark deeds you've done
Some know women aren't just objects,
Inflatable dolls with their own internal puncture repair kit.
The use, abuse cycle continuing to bleed others dry
To leave them a wreck, of use to none
To leave them frightened of the darkness that they now carry
In the empty solitude of chest cavities where hearts once beat.
BLACK HEARTS
I shouldn't hate you just because of what you've done
I shouldn't picture your head going through a windscreen
Nor your brains Picasso-esque on the bitumen in front
I shouldn't let bitterness eat into my heart again
I should accept all men aren't like you.
Some care, some would never contemplate
They would never do the dark deeds you've done
Some know women aren't just objects,
Inflatable dolls with their own internal puncture repair kit.
The use, abuse cycle continuing to bleed others dry
To leave them a wreck, of use to none
To leave them frightened of the darkness that they now carry
In the empty solitude of chest cavities where hearts once beat.
Coffee, cafe and crap
Unpublished.
CAFÉ
How fucking pretentious is this?
I sit alone in my booth
Sipping café latte that’s too hot
Killing time in Brighton
I listen to the conversations
I imagine their lives at home
What job they hold, car they drive
And my pen scratches at the paper
An insect dipped in ink scrittering away
Allowing my thoughts to run aloud
As I wait and kill time
Each minute a death knoll
As I wait, till I leave
So I can drive to be with you
To see your act of Rudigore
To applaud your G&S
And still I wait, in Brighton
Sipping Latte, burning my tongue
And thinking of you
CAFÉ
How fucking pretentious is this?
I sit alone in my booth
Sipping café latte that’s too hot
Killing time in Brighton
I listen to the conversations
I imagine their lives at home
What job they hold, car they drive
And my pen scratches at the paper
An insect dipped in ink scrittering away
Allowing my thoughts to run aloud
As I wait and kill time
Each minute a death knoll
As I wait, till I leave
So I can drive to be with you
To see your act of Rudigore
To applaud your G&S
And still I wait, in Brighton
Sipping Latte, burning my tongue
And thinking of you
Home
Unpublished.
Performed, 2004.
HOME
It was the type of country you expect dueling banjoes in the background.
The type of place where cousins marryin' is considered posh.
The smell of stale tobacco mixed with spilt beer,
Many a bladder had had its washout in the same room.
The people gathered at the bar wore Nike
It hid the scars on shoulders where heads used to sit
Slow drawls indicated minds as slower than an Anne Rice novel
I had hit rock bottom, I had sunk real low
Sure, I looked good in my black velvet and lace
And the runic sigils down my cheek had taken hours to do
But that didn't matter to these people
They looked like cattle figured in their ancestry
Heads on necks as thick as tree trunks swiveled
Eyes as dull as necromancy all took account
"Where the fuck have you been, ya dumb cunt?"
I was home, never again to stray,
Back in Dandenong, home of the lowered car.
Performed, 2004.
HOME
It was the type of country you expect dueling banjoes in the background.
The type of place where cousins marryin' is considered posh.
The smell of stale tobacco mixed with spilt beer,
Many a bladder had had its washout in the same room.
The people gathered at the bar wore Nike
It hid the scars on shoulders where heads used to sit
Slow drawls indicated minds as slower than an Anne Rice novel
I had hit rock bottom, I had sunk real low
Sure, I looked good in my black velvet and lace
And the runic sigils down my cheek had taken hours to do
But that didn't matter to these people
They looked like cattle figured in their ancestry
Heads on necks as thick as tree trunks swiveled
Eyes as dull as necromancy all took account
"Where the fuck have you been, ya dumb cunt?"
I was home, never again to stray,
Back in Dandenong, home of the lowered car.
Poetry Readings
Unpublished.
POETRY READINGS
I fool myself into thinking I have talent
Or that those surrounding me care what I write
I can hear the thoughts as if spoken
Who does she think she is, my cat has more talent
And yet I persist to bare my soul in voice
Showing myself more naked than clothes dare hide
POETRY READINGS
I fool myself into thinking I have talent
Or that those surrounding me care what I write
I can hear the thoughts as if spoken
Who does she think she is, my cat has more talent
And yet I persist to bare my soul in voice
Showing myself more naked than clothes dare hide
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