…we are not afraid
We are not afraid today.
Zombies never get the good lines.
We’re a vulpine species,
deny those blunter honesties of hunger
choose instead to nip strategically – pyre & angels –
crafty paths, the dodge. This girl
is just dynamite & fizzes
so warm she 21st century psychedelic;
we need more mornings, more cinders.
This Ashleigh she’s like a stripper
derr who strips nowadays? Her 5-year-old son is just
dumped on the grandma she’s totally
hooked into David round his place instead hey
look after ya kid why don’t ya.
David’s almost like a doctor
& he’s just so whipped his brother Tom
’s like so spiritual & he just totally hates her…
The monsters multiply, am
I one too? The demon think, rapes
from our pens as we pluck lives. Each
page is a scalp, a trophy.
When apocalypse is a fashion statement,
a football team,
prayer & excuse.
We’re all storing survival rations
& Molotov cocktails to burn down the business district.
When a parade of apocalypses dance down George St
there’s all these dreamy appetites,
unlimited government funding.
as the remnants of humanity fight against the odds.
I can’t get my head around waxing
& we were born to run occasionally.
The trick is to show the broken swing,
not the fractured child.
Breath mints vs. silver bullets. Air force drones
& aborted foetus all called Chucky wreaking mayhem.
We aspirate like crazy…
an unfair world where
Jeffrey last week woke up
with a cockroach on his face!
There is no excuse for boredom,
though it remains the most common crime.
Sharon says the words to Tam.
So pedestrian, thoroughly real love you &
that crashes everything. The marriage is a rite which
chews the spine. Engorged guests
will promise the beasts.
Heaven is the space
where you dodge the scripts.
The same crows
& a clutter of immanence.
Chainsaw Massacre #7 coming up, ground
glass in the carrot juice. This ledge
– just step off –
I’ve done it before, no need for wings.