AWOL Monk

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Saturday, June 9, 2012

i'm sorry

i'm sorry
i crossed
the line
no matter
what you did
i shouldn've
gone there
too
it's ironic
isn't it
that i'm
apologising
to you
when
you owe me
thousands
but
who is
counting
now?

Friday, June 8, 2012

haiku: if you laid me down

if you laid me down

beside old hedgehog roadkill

i would be flatter

you're exposed
like an old tired
piece of super 8
which would
have been great
in the 70s
but now
is not
- no machine
with knowledge
will touch you
but still
you try to beguile
with your
age-old
colour curves
and poppy
glamour
the gates
are rusted
and retired
you can
flaunt your wiles
for awhile
but
eventually
everyone
will know
you're
outdated
- nostalgia
only lasts
so long

Thursday, June 7, 2012

haiku: golden sunflower

golden sunflower
ginsberg's words: our minds meld in
soulful explosion

panda girl with wine

while enjoying slam poetry at caravan sets last night, unbeknownst to me, the lovely geoffrey goodes slyly drew my portrait. please note the plastic cup of wine. and the fact that i am wearing a panda hat [it was cold in/outside].

your arm lives

your arm

lives

around me

as we walk

down

the street

your shy eyes

expect

nothing

search mine

as we meet

offering

possibilities

your laugh

and upward

intonation

a window

into open

vulnerability

yet sureness

- aaah

the old

never

favours

comparably

with the
new

your words

for another lover

wrapped around me

like an erotic
massage

earnest cuckoo

i searched for

the pauses

to falsely savour

their ghost caress

but haunted you

stopped early

an abrupt finish

left me unsated

wanting more

Friday, June 1, 2012

warm eyes

I see you

On the wings

Moving slowly

Onto stage

Your warm eyes

Dance, throwing

Luxuriant moonbeams

To wrap

My restless supernova

- warm eyes.

Increased gravity

Resistance wanes

It becomes harder

To stay out, under

The spotlight

Alone

In the cold

Waiting

For the impossible

- dream.

When at rainbow's edge

Reality awaits

- with warm eyes.

still from holy mountain - alejandro jorodowsky

Verse 11:11 - charon's lifeless spiraling waters

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

wake up. time to occupy!

photo by jane dent

from my "three dumb electric sheep" series. piggyback pasteup with my fellow co-conspiratoral femme, damedismember art.

this oversized flock can be found just up from the hive bar in erskineville, sydney.

i'll post some more stuff soon. been busy wearing film hats etc...

Friday, May 18, 2012

haiku: sleep - a stranger now

sleep - a stranger now

old fanned flames lovingly lick

my untouched pillow

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

in beauty may i walk

i shot the above image as the sun went down at "in the night garden" an evening street exhibition for sydney fringe festival 2011 which i partook in with the uber punk monk propaganda kids & a bunch of other talented shadow illuminating alchemists.

a celebration of light in all its manifestations in hidden corners & crevices of industrial hood, st peters. behind the wonderful & artist collaborative tortuga & index studios.

the text "in beauty may i walk" is borrowed from the ancient navajo. an integral poem in a nine day ritual, called the night chant. seems like a pretty great guiding principle to me.

Monday, May 14, 2012

everything is [not] tip top

you are everywhere. even after i had to delete you on FB.

last night it was the freezer at the servo next to the mini tub of ice-cream i bought, seeking some kind of solace. we used to put raspberry liqueur on them together.

since you've been pathologically dishonest with me & the myriad of lies you based your life on have since been revealed, i'm not even you sure you actually liked it at all.

that's the problem with the boy who cried wolf. lies & truths become indiscernible. eventually he gets gobbled up. by wolves. they've got a sweet tooth too.