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I Am...I am a Rubix cube a Chinese puzzle box an insecure echidna an unsolved enigma I am a rock I am an islandI Am...
I am a maze without walls a riddle without words an answer without a question a foetus without conception
Ask, girl
I am a philanthropist’s cheque-book an unkept keep in an undefended fortress a cryptogram with cipher attached a Pandora’s toyBox a tranquillised tiger a bank vault unlocked
a straight-forward paradox
Ask, girl
by ~madsewer
Black DogBlack Dog,Black Dog
Black Dog is back again, Teeth at my neck, Claws at my back again, Black Dog.
Never worn a collar, Never answered to a name, Never walked at anybody's heel, Just followed in my shadow And taken every chance to attack Whenever I turned my back.
Never known restraint, Never been poor or malnourished, Never even wanted for a home, 'Cause here I am, Black Dog, I'm your rubber toy, your chewing bone,
The only victim you've ever needed or known.
And when I forget what you do, Black Dog, Forget my bandaged se
by ~madsewer
Salvation in the MallOld soldier in the mall outside Grace Bros. Fighting a different enemy now, a different war even. In his digger kit, slouch hat, triple-buckled belt, turning on boot heels like a desperate wombat, Bible in each hand for anyone in need of salvation. Wombat on a rock, trying to redirect the river.Salvation in the Mall
The prophet epitaphed by the enemy.
Good News: you can’t give it away these days. Only a kid will take one, to destroy, to deconstruct like a Postmodernist literary reviewer. He
by ~madsewer
Cycling, Cycling StarsI take the corridor to the next block, out of one building two storeys up, along a glass-walled isthmus. One side, a courtyard garden of birches and maples, muraled with ivy. And on the other, an aluminium roof sloping away to the workman’s carpark where utes carry PVCCycling, Cycling Stars
piping and lockboxes and upturned wheelbarrows.
Each time I take the walk, I look only at the corrugations,
checking for new deposits. Birds follow the lines of tin like landing lights, swooping in to the sudden fullstop
of glass.
by ~madsewer
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- Current Residence: Dili, Timor Leste
- Favourite band or musician: Beethoven, or an Israeli duo called Infected Mushroom. Ouch!
- Favourite artist: One-Ear Vincent
- Favourite poet or writer: Wilfred Owen
- Favourite photographer: Peter Dombrovskis, great Tasmanian wilderness photographer
- Favourite style of art: Impressionism
- Operating System: Bible, Mac
- Personal Quote: The Truth shall make you Free
- Tools of the Trade: Pencil, chisel & mallet, MacBook, coffee mug (and now a whiteboard marker)
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i like majorly
Will have to post some of my own poetry.
Would love to borrow your Vince book.
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I'm fuckin' it real.
A rose blooms in the desert.
Many thanks for the
Much appreciated
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