"...your muscles are an equal wisdom, that's how I will feel you tonight And yet we enclose this inside a box for fear the earth will walk away from us in disgust at our transformations..."…

The cloaked elan of a swerve, it took moon curve, foundational blue in blue, a swarm of swell, cantankerings of elation, not a personality to be seen on a wide tabularity. All that is vertigo is not cathedryllic, this numen is too vexed for spirit.



It will not be so for demons' voice hover low. This turn full of words lasts as long as the dance.



The pallour of your ethics needs the cloak. The stellar you've become requires the cloak. For…

Larry L, Erika Badiou, Too Loose for you

and Matahari hop to Cheshire infantry

mon enfance

Brel strict symphonie



in three



waltz the poor o

mop

the poor o mope

sadness and trickiness

is your angry man scope



the happy? well man, that's double crappy

no gold sold or blood diamonds to Nairobi

fluvial unities



pulsing with xy dynamite

parabola surface dig to

open cut

the kinky sufi master at a rave



old man…

When I am alone for many years

the voice of people whisked away

the epistrophe of their entreaties

do not escape me



the planets by radial circuitry

hum and integrate the calls

to return by broadcasts

heard solely by



not my ear but the

porous waves

interrupting my thoughts

as rude music

that makes me smile knowingly



"Ah, they miss me"  I think

When I am alone I miss them

with pointed fury



the heart is a silent…

Impatience to finish responsibilities

is the sour nectar to panic

this refrain dissonates



the memory of myself as a child

therefore

...

The Blue Space! Poetry Jam celebrates its first birthday.



We will feature an open mic and a slam to get festive! Musicians in attendance and still a GFC busting $5.



You are all warmly welcome :)



PS There was a rumour of cake but it's just a rumour!



Details -



Thursday November 15th from 7pm - 10pm.



at Petersham Bowling…

A bridge



and four chambers



choir



by memory sing



the flowing 



centre of ready



life exchange



blood



forgotten by a man



muscle



language of stratus



smile



on the surface



necessity



of…

The quiet panorama of a gold coin

headless corona

shine circa void



no Sun King or brumaire



round nominal colours

lake of essence

transuence of a day's fantasia



the shell told stories

of elsewheres internal

inhabited by mutant waves



and he, in all teeth and beak

in…

Warm

I receive her body

embrace of pollen

and wool

Her squeeze

I breathe as

my chest becomes

metal to heat

running honey

to my mouth

my face

Care

of breast and arms

my gift

is the…

We came to the islands

the sun rose from the ground



hieroglyphics of yearning collectives

arms raised to shake

equanimity's wheat



for the day's work

reading stones

etched with lifecycle by evening



the tree sap enters the finch

through night

for the tree must sing too



promises…

and the islands sloughed off

the mainland

in a continuum geocritical



break upon break

division upon division

of terrestrial meisosis



many in the many

no man is Robinson Crusoe Island

but I have lived on him



quakes that break

great lakes and landmasses

fed to…

It was the cliff

broken with reason

that landed on seapaper

forming theoretical islands

bunched like coins in a purse



in the stitches

between reason

theoretical lifeforms arose

out of the clear rush

coming to shore like baby



incomparably, legs were four

trees ached

with theoretical yearning

for seed and windsong

long like a spun horse's braid



is the cold of the North different

to the cold of the South?

the…

The night harbours

blink with electricity

to nerve



the port head

and lighthouse eye

every bone is a ship

the skeleton fleet

mooring to journey

of body

in the coming morning



the night harbours

ghostreadings

that steal away to dancehalls

sailor to shorewalker to dancehall dancer

treading boards on the pier

the sun hesitates to rise

thankfully

and the salt hull

shares to sails brimming

masts…

The expanse
of a chest

is planet-like

as breathless is to hyperventilation

the planet spores as pleomorphism and
gasps in pneumatophores

the soft mangrove roots 

muddy to the apsis

the flower heats anemophilic

to love a plant-christmas

of nightqueen's nostalgia

savages the political perihelion

of this expanse
a planet's inspiring
chest.

Lying static

fuzzy station

airy

radio noise

near ears



you can hear

late night

bird spark



ruined by

caresses

of the truth



that your eyes

want to love me

and melt



in pity

at acceptance

of…

The quiet orthodoxy of more

than just fitting in,

snug your cry, never to conquer your poverty

of dance



The quiet orthodoxy of distance

unpiercing and asymptotic

here, take this mug - it belongs to your

absent hand that had thieved it prior

and placed it there, right there, perfectly there



So we would not…