30 October 2009


just another sentence on a perfect day
justice and repentance on a perfect day
struggle thru the set list on a perfect day
god forbid my anarchy

18 October 2009


there are roads that wont be driven down
there are words that must not be written down
there are no walls that cannot be painted on
there are people that wont be broken down

there is music that will not be listened to
there are gardens that once were bitumen
there are credits we must rely upon
there are desires you should act upon

get in line
hold the line
drive the line
stand in line
form a line
remain in line
break the line
this is the thought crime...

there is country that will not be occupied
there are the rocks that cannot be sacrificed
there is no species that cannot be pacified
there are no people that have not been compromised

blac blocs lyric...

10 October 2009


ripped in the brick-skin
pillow-fort curtained

bending xanthorrhoea fists
to the full - push
forward an epic stanza
this melody

waiting green

at chlorophyll swamp point
a whipped hip and white line
crystal shoulder
glove box gossip
our bodies' sweat and then
a bunbury grind

the beat she barks
the philosophy of flowers
of weekday bicep flexer
this brilliant yellow

our acacia sunset sand envy
a bass-line remedy
near lakes of reef
ocean reefer

we stood at capped summits
and fell breathing sulphur
in wet
dance floor

(in response to a friends facebook thread)