Daniel John Kofler
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Stygian Selfie

Started this discussion. Last reply by Thomas Kotsonis Jun 26. 1 Reply

Flash me a sign that isn't a finger or a crucifixionStick your fingers down my throatUntil you reach my heartAnd squeeze that black pebble so it starts beating again.Shitting in a bag and breathing…Continue

Church and Death

Started this discussion. Last reply by Kerryn Lee Bon. Dec 23, 2013. 4 Replies

This proud building stinks like religionIn a casketSweet like rotting passingDancing like the graveWhen it shattersWhen the earth cracks it's wetLike a necrophillic orgasmAnd I hope my blackness…Continue

Rigor Mortis

Started Oct 27, 2012 0 Replies

i joined the brickworkgaunt misery contorted and taut under my papery skin-meati looked up and the blue sky was blockedby a clawed and furry blacknesshalf the body limp and hanging like…Continue

The Way

Started Oct 19, 2012 0 Replies

cinnamon is trustworthy in moonlightmakes you to scrape its fleshso that old browness is underyour nail and keeps youfrom dyingmake it stickhave a purple scabin the shape of your hearttattoos do not…Continue

 

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Thomas Kotsonis replied to Daniel John Kofler's discussion Stygian Selfie
"A sledge hammer to provoke thought. Good work Daniel! Powerful"
Jun 26
Daniel John Kofler replied to Thomas Kotsonis's discussion Screams from Canopus
"Very nice, very evocative imagery. Love the use of Egyptian mythology/burial practices."
Jun 26
Daniel John Kofler posted a discussion

Stygian Selfie

Flash me a sign that isn't a finger or a crucifixionStick your fingers down my throatUntil you reach my heartAnd squeeze that black pebble so it starts beating again.Shitting in a bag and breathing through a tubeIs a hard habit to break.There's a slow sweetness to my clichéd decay. Dying is boring after a year or five.I saw your wraith tonight, out of focusDancing in time with an ugly ancient beatThe percussion of sex or murderEntering me like smoke.See More
Jun 26
Kerryn Lee Bon. replied to Daniel John Kofler's discussion Church and Death
"Searing imagery Daniel. As you wrestle with the inner dragon of religion. Or faith . . . in the ironic. Well done for such gritty expression."
Dec 23, 2013
Victoria replied to Daniel John Kofler's discussion Church and Death
"Powerful! Nice one."
Dec 5, 2013
Vivian Boss replied to Daniel John Kofler's discussion Church and Death
"are you gonna be okay?"
Nov 14, 2013
Thomas Kotsonis replied to Daniel John Kofler's discussion Church and Death
"Wow! An incredible piece of writing. I can smell the earth and sweat. I can see the blood that has been spilt over ideological labyrinths. Great stuff Daniel. A myriad of images flashed past Thanks for the inspiration Tom"
Aug 11, 2013
Daniel John Kofler posted a discussion

Church and Death

This proud building stinks like religionIn a casketSweet like rotting passingDancing like the graveWhen it shattersWhen the earth cracks it's wetLike a necrophillic orgasmAnd I hope my blackness meets with maggotsAnd swerving languid pieces of peopleGreat trembling and silenceFound in the mudSinking down to blazingFury is hopingAnd sideways comatose is a call to a GodConvulsion is the prayer I see in my nightsI break my fingers against the rockAnd bleed a Hebrew prayerAgainst my fever:It stings…See More
Aug 6, 2013
Daniel John Kofler posted a discussion

Rigor Mortis

i joined the brickworkgaunt misery contorted and taut under my papery skin-meati looked up and the blue sky was blockedby a clawed and furry blacknesshalf the body limp and hanging like lawlessnessthe other wretched and strong and hangingto the wires that scream and lie and enmesh this cancerous webits wings were of leatherand twisted aroundlike a broken Draculaor a failed empathy in a gut that frozen face hanging southmore a negative spacethan a thingthe scattered chew-marksthe light streaming…See More
Oct 27, 2012
Daniel John Kofler commented on Emma Rose Smith's event 'Lofty Words- spoken story and open mic night'
"Don't I know you from somewhere?"
Oct 27, 2012
Daniel John Kofler is attending Emma Rose Smith's event
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Lofty Words- spoken story and open mic night at The Newsagency

October 30, 2012 from 7pm to 10pm
Hello writers, storytellers, mavericks, carnies, flamboy & flam-girl-yants, et al.! We at the UTS Writers' Society cordially invite you to the fourth and final Lofty Words event of 2012, to be held at The Newsagency, Marrickville. (https://www.facebook.com/thenewsagencyenmore?fref=ts) Lofty Words is the sporadic spoken story night of the UTS Writers' Society. (…See More
Oct 27, 2012
Daniel John Kofler posted a discussion

The Way

cinnamon is trustworthy in moonlightmakes you to scrape its fleshso that old browness is underyour nail and keeps youfrom dyingmake it stickhave a purple scabin the shape of your hearttattoos do not last foreverhow does it sound whenyour hearing goes awayand questions are finallywithoutdoubtleft unansweredsometimes if you driveslowand stoned enoughyoure driving througha languidand very fuckablemistthe kind that made the universeand wrenched a dimensionalitythat made some false sensethis smokey…See More
Oct 19, 2012
Daniel John Kofler posted a discussion

road

late autumn brings wildflowerout of dinosaur bonesthe low tidefalls just shortof something special everything has a building on itblind and balding towersjutted into the sandsinking of age and shudderwindows red and quantumand crackedand the laughing won't stop.See More
Oct 5, 2012
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arbeit macht frei

ultraviolet bleaches my pubic hairswhere i keep loose changein the tangle of some ancient stargrown to absurdityinto a fusion reactionthat gifts cancer like kissesevery time a cell diesacross the scape of my skini feel it dieand i feelwhat ive lostforces me to spewand my diamondbackintestines come uptoowith a hissed-out rattlingand my bonescavingtopeer pressurethe caps of my kneesstolen in snowwhere a murdered sonmade me a snow angelmy people melted mei was not of theirkindi could not put it…See More
Oct 4, 2012
Daniel John Kofler posted a discussion

Smoke City

sand me down to something newbreak this old snakeskinive been wearingsince my first cigaretteand tar dripped down my teetha welcome mat spitting asbestosa samurai wielding a glass katanaall my force gritting frigidand growing brittlei peeled my fingernails offcause i was hungryfor something to shut me upfor that distraction that forgets youi licked dried HIV from the streetspilt by tweaking abortionfingerless prostituteskissing me and my dickemptying my wallettaking what could have been…See More
Oct 1, 2012
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Sep 14, 2012

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Black Love

Posted on September 13, 2012 at 22:42 0 Comments

the sound of her was in the street

flayed to an ochre asphalt

dripped down from a generous bourbon

fermentation brings a night that doesn't hurt

the stench of cancer is in her vomit:

she knows she doesn't have long

until it's shit in the sheets

and a pain that can't be described

it hurts just to blink

and you can't even

slow it down

but before

before this time

that doesn't feel real

she was…

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