CONTENTS
INTERNATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC A sombre look at the problems created for the marsupial centred ecology of the Central Australian Teutonic plate by the introduction of feral hoofed animals and modern western civilization.
TERRITORY My first born music and lyrics song, the fugue of my lines, the one intended to carry my genetic code to future generations. Written at local landmark The House on the Hill before it was burnt down and replaced by multi-high-rise apartments this examination of a moment’s hesitation remains a personal favorite for its simplicity. Original title was "The Ocker Cult" but then the word "Ocker" was replaced by the less enigmatic term "Bogan" in popular Australian culture and an opportunity to get all deep and meaningful was lost.
RICOCHET A collection of conversational confrontations vaguely based on the 12 Active Listening road blocks of Dr Thomas Gordon P.E.T. / T.E.T. / L. E. T.
THE DEATH OF HESS American prison guard assisted by an English journalist managed to have a series of secret interviews with the Nazi deserter in the prison where he was held in solitary confinement for decades. The consequent book was titled “The Loneliest Man in the World”
PEP TALK FOR CALIFORNIANS ON THE SAN ANDRES FAULT LINE Shy withdrawn and isolated these people need our encouragement and sympathy.
THE HEART OF ITS ASHRAM Culture shock in the big city.
NEW WORLD SUPERMARKET Consumer cancer incorporated.
THE STATUE Based on an obscure David Niven / John Cleese movie hardly anyone had a chance to see before it disappeared from theatres. A tasteless and unfortunately still very relevant look at some of the consequences of male sexual insecurity in modern society.
THE GOLF CLUB Pun heavy wallow in the fun and games of the privileged classes.
THE ROAD Another basic observation lyric that got twisted into something else when I wasn’t looking. The last verse is a quote from the contents section of a book on Karate that I have lost the title of so if anyone reading this recognizes it please let me know so I can acknowledge it.
FLIPPER Barry was a mate who had a car accident and lost one of his ears only to find buying an artificial replacement was not without its difficulties.
ASTRONOMY For a while I shared a farm property with a binge drinking alcoholic. When he was in one of his “moods” it was wise to relocate my bed outdoors to a far paddock. This “blues” piece is about imaging what would happen if the mosquito net covering the bed was repainted to create a stronger visual sensation of connectedness with the wider universe. Aah !
NIGHT SCHOOL Simple poem based on idea that every night we preview the important events of the coming day and prepare ourselves as best we can for the personal tests ahead because of those coming and deliberately decided upon experiences.
WORDS
INTERNATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC [excerpt]
Poem drone
Time foam
Synthesized
Journey home
Pangaea
Land mass
North, South
East, West
Shift from under
Gondwana
Cold, Hot
Wet, Wild
With child
Soft paws
Quiet sound
Keep peace
Move around
Sharp hooves
Break ground
Crush seed
Heavy pound
Short time
Industrial grime
The quick fix
The unkind
New age of reptiles
Discs and files
Survival of the fittest
Every day is Christmas
Centre plate
Stable fate
Get involved
Initiate
One world
Weather map
Water life
On tap
TERRITORY
Calling for another drink
He put his arm around the bride
Excused himself for a minute
And went out to look at the stars
Cold
The night without light
Bark dust
The trees moving
Down
A long way down
To the world of his mates married lives
Take a breath
Hope we have a good life
No strife
RICOCHET
You must!
I must?
If you don’t!
If I don’t?
You ought to !
I wouldn’t ?
Why don’t you?
Work it out myself?
The facts are!
Are they?
You’re a lazy thinker!
And you’re not?
I agree with you!
So?
Racist! Sexist! Nihilist!
Really?
You don’t mean that!
I don’t ?
You’ll soon feel better!
I will?
Tell me!
Why?
It isn’t important!
It isn’t?
THE DEATH OF HESS
Confess, Hess in the separateness of your address
In the corridor between East and West
A test, Hess, of cowardice
And a war time wound they won’t get dressed
A pest, Hess, to rest your chest
On the festival of emptiness
Death, Hess, of ugliness
And house arrest
PEP TALK FOR CALIFORNIANS ON THE SAN ANDRES FAULT LINE
Faults are found but don’t be discouraged
Our location requires courage
Idle destructive thoughts don’t belong
Nor do fears of separation
THE HEART OF ITS ASHRAM
The musicians haven’t arrived yet
But their agents are here
Up periscope behind the eyes
On the streets near walls
On benches in juvenile court rooms
Watching recording listening
While slumped over tables
Waiting
Silently linking the frustration of the developing worlds
To the organization of the first
While the city pivots around the heart of its ashram
NEW WORLD SUPERMARKET
Corpses held
Four by twelve’s
Boxed on shelves
Multiple choice
A still small voice
On a hills hoist
Baby boomers
Born consumers
Tumour rumours
Political chatin’
Weather pattern
Will the economy flatten?
Big deals
Twisted wheels
Cling wrap seals
Desperate needers
Eye caught readers
Loss leaders
Rows of trolleys
Register volleys
Diet lollies
Sight the tags
Tie the gags
Check the bags
Got to rush
Might miss the bus
There’s so many of us
Out in the dark
A bright spark
In the car park
Old world values
New world setting
Arc light wetting
Sleepers awake
Give us a break
A piece of stake
What can we give?
What can you take?
THE STATUE
[to the tune, more or less, of
Elgar’s “Land of Hope and Glory”]
English man inventor
Of international language for children
Is shamed by his frustrated
Sculptress wife
She uses a commission
To celebrate his achievement
As a excuse for embarrassing
Her husband in public
On the larger then life statue
She carves a strangers
Reproductive equipment
The English man
Is outraged
Is his face red
Across seven countries
He rages
Tying to find the original owner
Eventually
He discovers
His wife copied
The Michelangelo statue
"David”
The work for the children
Is again taken up
An insult to a man’s virility
And he starts
Acting like a simpleton
THE GOLF CLUB
I took a spin and I begin
I wanted to win a players pin
I decide to glide and swing wide
The blood music and earth abide
English man inventor
Of international language for children
Is shamed by his frustrated
Sculptress wife
She uses a commission
To celebrate his achievement
As a excuse for embarrassing
Her husband in public
On the larger then life statue
She carves a strangers
Reproductive equipment
The English man
Is outraged
Is his face red
Across seven countries
He rages
Tying to find the original owner
Eventually
He discovers
His wife copied
The Michelangelo statue
"David”
The work for the children
Is again taken up
An insult to a man’s virility
And he starts
Acting like a simpleton
THE GOLF CLUB
I took a spin and I begin
I wanted to win a players pin
I decide to glide and swing wide
The blood music and earth abide
The course laws
And the chosen draws
The huts for gluts
And guts for puts
The tees with ease
And keys for ruts
And the chosen draws
The huts for gluts
And guts for puts
The tees with ease
And keys for ruts
Greens by the sea
Waiting for me
A plea for Chi
And ability
Don’t make treasures
Of lesser pleasures
The gang fangs
Of also rans
The interference
From the big bangs
A P.A. spoke
Fore fire folk
An externalization
Has been provoked
Catch the master stroke
Waiting for me
A plea for Chi
And ability
Don’t make treasures
Of lesser pleasures
The gang fangs
Of also rans
The interference
From the big bangs
A P.A. spoke
Fore fire folk
An externalization
Has been provoked
Catch the master stroke
The grounds are new
But the players are old
Teams dream the content
Teams dream the content
Some reconstruct the sand pit
And lets not forget
The vital roles
Of our nineteen monopoles
Indicating the plan
Of the water holes
And lets not forget
The vital roles
Of our nineteen monopoles
Indicating the plan
Of the water holes
Comfort for the worn soles
Redirection for the lost goals
THE ROAD
Following the road at night
Seeing other drivers points of light
A flash, a line
And then they’re gone
Back into the wash
They were projected upon
Listening to the radio
The coastal stations late, late show
Colouring the sound
Of the shell I’m in
The car keys keeping
Any movement pinned
Out into space
At a slower space
Connect the dots
Can be resolved
But without direction
The lights just resolve
Over and under
I am here again
Eaten by the cold nights sting
A wash of warmth
And it’s back to the wheel
The world doesn’t owe me
A living
I owe it a great deal
At this price
It’s a steal
Even the down
And out can feel
Points of Entry and Exit
Connecting Points
Associated Points
Alarm Points
The Source Points
Points of Sedation
Points of Notification
Side Effect Points
Origin and End Points
Accumulating Points
Points of the Four Seas
Window of the Sky Points
Dancing on points
No worries!
FLIPPER
The ear that Barry had
He don’t have no more
He lost it in the car door
Doing gymnastics on the car floor
That's what happens
When a vehicle flips
Windscreen smokescreen
Becomes chunky chips
The firm that gave you
Doctor bliss
And his false teeth dentistry
Can offer ears
You wouldn’t miss
Filtering your air conditioning
This model aids
Only when you wear your shades
This model melts
As you enter tropic belts
And this model
Flashes prism
To all emotion
And thought arisen
No separation schism
With this electric
Etheric body demonstration
How can he sing
Without a proper
Wind, ding, thing, sting, ring?
How can he perform
When his head isn’t uniform?
What are his chances
For credibility
When one side is flesh
And the other side is medley?
Oh my god
I’ll look odd
With a rip off
Dissolving
Two tone
Colour jug
Help please
Help please
Help please
Cried Barry
There’s always plastic surgery
A clutch of fillet
From under the gullet
Moulded with love
And formed with intent
To live its life
As a servant of the head
Barry may grow a few ear wigs
Curly structured pig tail twigs
Buy an electrolysis pencil
Design a motif
On the puberty stencil
With your new ear
Faultless you’ll appear
And you can store your biros
Back next to your gyros!
ASTRONOMY
What appears to be black
Is really indigo
A cushion for the stick men
Constellation logos
Groups of stars
Forming figures
I dodge the
Spider egg sacks
And the remains
Of thumb tacks
I think I’ll paint the ceiling
A deep deep blue
Then I will
Be able to see through
Dew on the net
Will sparklet
The smaller galaxy clusters
Will fit into
The larger galaxy musters
NIGHT SCHOOL
Last night
I went to night school
Today
I do my home work
Redirection for the lost goals
THE ROAD
Following the road at night
Seeing other drivers points of light
A flash, a line
And then they’re gone
Back into the wash
They were projected upon
Listening to the radio
The coastal stations late, late show
Colouring the sound
Of the shell I’m in
The car keys keeping
Any movement pinned
Out into space
At a slower space
Connect the dots
Can be resolved
But without direction
The lights just resolve
Over and under
I am here again
Eaten by the cold nights sting
A wash of warmth
And it’s back to the wheel
The world doesn’t owe me
A living
I owe it a great deal
At this price
It’s a steal
Even the down
And out can feel
Points of Entry and Exit
Connecting Points
Associated Points
Alarm Points
The Source Points
Points of Sedation
Points of Notification
Side Effect Points
Origin and End Points
Accumulating Points
Points of the Four Seas
Window of the Sky Points
Dancing on points
No worries!
FLIPPER
The ear that Barry had
He don’t have no more
He lost it in the car door
Doing gymnastics on the car floor
That's what happens
When a vehicle flips
Windscreen smokescreen
Becomes chunky chips
The firm that gave you
Doctor bliss
And his false teeth dentistry
Can offer ears
You wouldn’t miss
Filtering your air conditioning
This model aids
Only when you wear your shades
This model melts
As you enter tropic belts
And this model
Flashes prism
To all emotion
And thought arisen
No separation schism
With this electric
Etheric body demonstration
How can he sing
Without a proper
Wind, ding, thing, sting, ring?
How can he perform
When his head isn’t uniform?
What are his chances
For credibility
When one side is flesh
And the other side is medley?
Oh my god
I’ll look odd
With a rip off
Dissolving
Two tone
Colour jug
Help please
Help please
Help please
Cried Barry
There’s always plastic surgery
A clutch of fillet
From under the gullet
Moulded with love
And formed with intent
To live its life
As a servant of the head
Barry may grow a few ear wigs
Curly structured pig tail twigs
Buy an electrolysis pencil
Design a motif
On the puberty stencil
With your new ear
Faultless you’ll appear
And you can store your biros
Back next to your gyros!
ASTRONOMY
What appears to be black
Is really indigo
A cushion for the stick men
Constellation logos
Groups of stars
Forming figures
I dodge the
Spider egg sacks
And the remains
Of thumb tacks
I think I’ll paint the ceiling
A deep deep blue
Then I will
Be able to see through
Dew on the net
Will sparklet
The smaller galaxy clusters
Will fit into
The larger galaxy musters
NIGHT SCHOOL
Last night
I went to night school
Today
I do my home work
