Sunday, 14 March 2021

#442 - three poems - basta! all-nighter the Clive Palmer monument

 







15.iii.21

442

2.74

three poems

 

basta!

t-shirt idea on the day of the women’s protests against rape and misogyny

 

four out of five men

are not monsters

 

boys! time for a little chat

with the rest!

 





 

all nighter

 

I, up, open branches

back in the corridors, aisles

climb stairs and whisper

seasons on

 

encounters with the body as is

can’t say in character

no one is known

 

am fitted with the dark

a journey in

 

only gumboots to bed

a carrying of voices, hints

and a tiny green frog hops out

 

all towards the border of morning

further and further these days

 

work never quite …

but follow where the line was lost

 

will one rise rested from this?






the Clive Palmer Monument

 

will be smaller than life

and careless thereof…

 

it fronts the museum of

where the workers were never paid

what they are owed’s colossal!

 

some say kitsch and some grotesque

something for everyone

dinosaur bones!

 

both thumbs up

loves a lie

things he touches turn to shit

 

the Clive Palmer Monument

features the pineapple’s raw end

it is less than a lawnmower    

or see-through Anzac

 

man that is cut down like a green blade

in his prime…

 

here’s not the Brahman bull

but steaming product thereof

served on billboards

 

and – while misboding – here’s

the missing pizzle part

(you’d need a microscope

that’s how fast he drives, flies, litigates)

 

really it is a hole in the ground

plenty of poison for everyone

 

the Clive Palmer monument

is being erected by the legal profession

(kind of a thank-you note)

 

It’s where ‘Midas has ass’s ears’ is buried

and there to this day the grass is singing

it’s all about Clive – always was and always will be  

 

trunkless              

makes great

the lone and level sands stretch far from…

 

General Clive’s drive

by the church called Saint Clive’s

statue of the sleeping Cross-Bencher

 

Clive is a one man rotunda  

a sun comes out of his nethers to shine

best of all

Clive is still alive

 

what a rascal!

delightful mischief!  boys own

takes so long to wipe up there

 

the tropics their own monument

why try to make any sense?

 

the Clive Palmer tribute is something

not quite biodegradable

was thrown from a car with much deliberation

a kind of minor trumpery, before and after that avatar

there was a time when you could vote for this

 

and because you ask me

I can confirm

yes this is all personal –

we call the highway Bruce





 


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