DRAFT: there are words

there are words

and then there
are words

holes like
dried wounds
fat and in us
but still we stroll
through each
others dreams

like yr new ash
on my wet fingers
stains on buckled teeth

the salt

its 4am and
thick easterly
thrashes
my merzbow
state

there are trees
that need climbing

sometimes
there are shoes
to be worn

blades to be rendered
flat underfoot

but the words
keep tumbling
to the page

and the
roads remain
static

processed

elsewhere

and this is not a performance poem

can you feeeeeeel it
the difference tonight
this gap between page and stage
see these lights - our collective reality
this contrived gesture - this movement
this e-nun-ci-a-tion

yeah punters of the poem
get a dose of tactile delivery
vampires of the word
here stanzas are felt rhythmically
deliberately

approximately one hundred and twenty seconds
or less - of word - one after-the-other
after-the-other - after-the-other

i am syllables - units of rhythm
assonance - alliteration consummated
i am literally a metaphor snake
strike like a simile of the sonic
not like lee majors bionic
or remote fibre-vitiman-tonic
nor a sister of the sonnet
a munted rhyme for the seated gods

but, also this is not a fucking aabbc bbaac ccaab
bbaad rhyming pattern - un-uh - but just a word
on another word - piled on another word

now some anecdotal advice
about how i once trod barefoot
in my own hot morning shit - brown and yellow
its steaming rancid relevance - between my cold toes
and how i always - wear boots now
before a bush shit - and dig a hole

stacked here - these spoken words - this lullaby
an uttered semiotic sign - a list of the signifier, signified
a significance - a literary spin for you

and my soul - merely the width of this entire room
and the motherfuckers innit
there is repetition repetition repetition - and breath…

and words like foreskin and clitoris
and this is my voice inside you now -
resonating through yr ribs and limbs my pulse
as real as yrs
not binary, ink
or digitalised
or analog
but written read
and vocalised

see my veins run red - and bloody as yrs
and you can - by now
see the sheen of my sweat
in the red light of my brow

and the bass of this microphone
into and outta these speakers
and into you - into you
in - to - you

and this is not a performance poem
amongst the laundry lists
and rock-pose grandeur

these are words - just words
just words - on words…

Isolation Standards - drafting

hello?

waiting here like this - the gearstick and little else but fabric between us - we all gather in beds eventually - pure white ceiling snakes unable to shake fists at walls - our rubber cheques god-like.

here her synapses flicker - a separation effect - she is a fragment now - these strands of dense noise - getting impulses behind her face at 140 metres per second

yet I'm selling myself - this vehicle a pulsating sac of protein, carbon and ideas - a market commodity - this knife to tell stories with - a history of blood, comrade

we've stood on fences before, the cameras crushed underfoot - my steel caps on the neck of this badge - we're waiting in lines for lungs - a new breed of caution

I'm sliced again, this time in triangular segments, we measure in millimetres the length of thorns - our products defining each purchase of the rock - in tattered packs, we watch the buildings collapse aflame - the concrete edges framing the distance

at the steps the clock strikes in a daylight pose - and this time I'm naked at the uniforms - my oldest friend a butcher - in the shadows our torn disciples rest, tell discontinuous narratives like soup surfing with a fork.

al
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Isolation isolation isolation isolation isolation

The process by which we separate ourselves from others either through geographical separation or internal separation, where we withdraw into ourselves and distance ourselves from others socially and personally. It can also be when others separate themselves from us because for whatever reason they consider us different and therefore socially unacceptable.

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See I do exist. Well I think I exist? Do I exist? DO I EXIST?

Nobody knows me, nobody understands me, nobody sees me

So therefore if nobody sees me do I exist then?

I must because I see and feel the blood running

I think and feel the isolation of others

Them not letting me in or me not letting them in

Who is isolating who

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I exist I exist I exist

There is this wall which I have built around me. It is invisible, although if you look very closely you might be able to see it.

I don’t like myself very much at all so I won’t let anyone in.
I am afraid that they will see what I see
when I look in the mirror and what I see is not very nice.

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Isolation separation others process separating somebody something
others fact being alone, separated others process others separation isolation

maitland

draft advice for political stanzas

brothers: this is not a blue light shed on yr brutal masculinity
women: you are not what you wear, ever, indeed
babies: take less medication please
this is a 2AM training session
for the 8000 watt burger-shopper
cooler than fuck we are
and this time, on the inside
dismiss this kiss then - the frilly red thing you wear
mothers: in this light, this ullulating bliss
children: defy this exotic white amplification of words
but i may actually be dead
sisters: I'm part of the walking undead hordes
these door-stop memories - flashes of XXXO
wives: in dark fremantle spaces at weddings
imagining my calloused fingers
inside you shopping for more
my nails scratch deep in yr head
a morphic resonance of grey matter
your camera sowing seeds
of red carpet messages to indonesia
mentions of my skin
and I'm outside the church smoking joints
then corporate memes a US drone across pakistan
standard plutonic treatment - friends of bent nations
fathers: my black wet guts spilled across your table
sage words to shoot down planes with
the bushfire mind to dig new graves with
cancel the thing i said i would do
I'll be in the lobby drinkin for two
and no-one mentions the elephant in your womb…

OSCAR MIKE

CHECK CHECK - Yo Oscar Mike

so - I'm up on the mike to rhyme stuff with shit
baby I'm wack with the rhythm stick
spittin out little biddy literary kicks
like this - like this - like this and like this

pretending to flow like the pope on dope
I'm bendin vowels-boy like they're made of soap
washing my tongue with saliva hope - I hope I hope

gotta fit it all in this syllabic trick
me got rhythm on my soul n shit
I rhyme and I rhyme and I rhyme wiv it
now hear this - it’s a mountain of shit

OSCAR MIKE I'm OSCAR MIKE
Yo baby baby I'm OSCAR MIKE

so - when
I'm a stick in the middle of a puddle of words
gotta get my little biddy verse to be heard
nothing is fresher than the morning turd - mm mm
but this is - is it? - it is - like - this - is…

I got a question for the judges do you like this one
put yr hands in the air if you dig this one
wave em around if you think this one
these words are bullets in my hip-hop gun
BANG
make some noise if you lick my lolly
keep all my poems in a shopping trolley
sorry

and - then
can't seem to stop this verbal diarrhea
how do you spell that?
D - I - A double R - H - E - A
or D - I - A double R - H - O - E - A
with an O in it in - with an O it it
holy motherfucker gotta O in it
and it runs and it runs and it runs like this
like a tyger tyger burning bright
in the dark wet shadows of the bakery tonight

I'm more shaggy shaggy than snoop doggy doggy
more flava flave than D to the chucky
now I wanna chuck - holy fuck - I'm stuck - in a rhyme truck

OSCAR MIKE I'm OSCAR MIKE
Yo baby baby I'm OSCAR MIKE

well we're straight outta bronx to the compton town
tiny inner suburb of the heathridge downs
man my flow is like so fucking good
and you knew it would - be good - it should

take a bow please judges coz I love your faces
when I was a kid I wanted braces - shit

seriously

c'mon everybody gotta sway in time
and very very soon we'll be over this rhyme

OSCAR MIKE I'm OSCAR MIKE
Yo baby baby I'm OSCAR MIKE X 2

thankyou