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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
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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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