Prescription For Living

Take 2 Delusions & go to sleep content.

I live in fear

I was paid in cash & food.I enjoyed the conversation.I  mowed the lawn.I dug a hole 1 feet deep.I weeded. I turned some soil. I moved the compost. I used a spade to clear the edge of the sprawling lawn.I tore out nasturtiums 

I live in fear of the day some one on the bus, seeing me as elderly, offers me their seat. ( Feeling none of the excitement that i did on discovering my first pimple.)
I will bus less:
i will circumvent  this possibility.

I'm Under the Flight Path

Of  a Refrigerator.

House Of Cards 9 Netflix, 2013)

My dislike of this series could be blamed on my watching it too quickly: but really it is netflix fault for making it. Spacey chooses to bypass any reference to Ian Richardson; and instead retools the less entertaining aspects of " Stefano" in "Days Of Our Lives". Robyn Wright doubles the veracity of her 1 dimensional performance in Santa Barbara & the sets are the only thing not made of cardboard. It's an all adult entertainment : you can tell by the references to fellatio and cunnillingis. I'd add spoilers, but this is already well and truly spoilt.( Unless men on their deathbed getting hand jobs is your idea of a good time.)

A Man Needs A Dog

Proud. Smart.
Those who don't, don't know.
A dog that understands no.
As you tickle the tummy of the leashed, electric pet. To walk away when you need porn to release the stress of a day sitting on the couch.
To understand nuance.

Test for the Acid Cricket

"Oh my God", he's caught it- let's go straight to the replay."
"Yes, it's a lovely day under the 3 suns and by the dancing ants for acid cricket. Watch him fly up with those amber wings to take that one, magnificently."

( Replay rolls)

" Jesus H. Christ., he's dropped it on the replay." 
" What a quandary, he has caught it in real time and then dropped it on the replay."
" Yes, Mic, looks like it's a decision for the 3rd Yellow and Orange fluorescent dragon."

honestly

i love Kylie, because she makes me only the second least musical human being on the planet

A Little Business Venture That Didn't Work Out *

* From "The Lonely Passion Of Judith Hearne", or" Judith Hearne" , by Brian Moore.


spinister put the needle in the broken record
spruce up
a barbed bouquet of irony

washed down with a wee dram
a wee sup
a wee nip
a little holy water*
names my familiar

steak, my hart


sunny side down
eiffel tower tombstone
falls on you.


atoms and intuition, dissipation

bound.

South East Asian Trip , 2011

I discovered my authentic voice

 I discovered my authentic voice: it's pseudo intellectual.

Not Me, Not Ni

I have returned from the mouth of madness to cut down the tallest water cooler in the building with a parrot.

I say it best

when I say nothing at all…..

I prefer to remember Michael Vaughan for his laconic bumblings with corsetry in " Last Of The Summer Wine."

Dog Shit

Happiness is a warm bag of dogshit. 

Sms'ed by Milan Kundera on hands free.

Adventures in The Skin Trade

...cold stiff people with time to kill sat staring at their tea and the clock inventing replies to questions that would not be asked justifying their behaviour in the past and the future drowning every present moment  as soon as it began to breathe… time was dying all over the room.

Dylan Thomas
" Adventures In The Skin Trade."
from reading on 2nd February, !952

never completed
fullest version published  posthumously 1955.

Thanks to Caedmon Publishing.

Dog On beaten uP ChaIr

drying, out.
piggybacked
on childhood joy.
past the gurney
an opiate dream
of the person
with the fearful 
voice
a friend, away-
close anew

piggybacked
face on stubble
and holding
Dad's strong back.

Pt. 2

Sleeping roo
no ruse
rise horizontal sun
 low peek of
 adelaide hill.

lei, lei, asleep, asleep

garland my dreams
with your beauty

sing me again.
I love the sound.

The Award

for best 3 days in bed with a dead man goes to...

Led

Led

You lead

from the crook

of my shoulder

Night full

of drowse.

Sing to us.

A few hours

of no me

No you

Drowsing into 

Us.

dating etiquette

anything more than 100 photos of your date, need to be deleted  before they can rifle through your iphone

I didn't tell them I was Gay

but I did buy a 50's Japanese ceramic stopped pastel grey and blue koala clock with gold trim around the ears from their shop.

Posts

My blog has had 2000 hits, and I know at least 10 of those are not by me.

Tic

and now I lie, and now my bed is unmade.

Christ, I can't even do self pity properly.

Untitled

As confused by Eliot, as James by 2 pairs of shoes.
He's one to talk, and he does.

It stood the test of time

For 2 hours….

Stole Ren in Journal

Thursday Afternoon

Motes

Stirrings of the soil

Flesh for sail

in cotton

and silicon

harmony and dissonance

hump the same strain

a stream of you.

dazzling, slowly swirling

sun dust.

i write under stars

:)

Deez

I love that words
for those who have passed,
tell me to tears

I love the light.
I write under.

I love the ecstasy
&
make distinction
from the hollow.

I full tears.

I, I, aye.

baptised in red wine

I love the light.

for the one who will come before me.

the one, the one: the many.

#climateaction

Bird of paradise beneath suspended nest

I'll not speak for destination
at the last
I love sun through leaves
and I'll walk that way

I believe in steps.

4R

( radio comedy, readin'rightin'rithmatick)


in a glass drunk
now broke
i toast you
a shout to the wind
blown to space
and dearth

'tis for you:
rains of ecstasy.
you're grace
water sings
in the sound of wings

bush canary, plover, 'pie

days of purity
seen through

your roomy I


the flock
number 
raindrops
the glitter of
early evening
and rainbows

 birds still breed
 volunteers still feed

and he is  light
pretty bird flight
night becomes day
 with him
never far away:

times of gallantry
and astor
astor
called charity.

Found Again

New Holland bends gracious twig
Fonteyn cries mist in morning due

Sound dies

Cameras lie

whence

Sound lies

thence

Sand will eat these electrons

And regurgitate nitrate

On cities of null.

Homos' Pun

Aka- Diesel Song

You say Hello,  and I say Good Boy

( Good Boy, Good Boy.)

bbc light entertainment

BBC Light Entertainment:
hard at work saving me the bother of writing my own resume.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AURbSeQX4lQ

Retrograde

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oe1ffkRG0Ao

“ You dirty, dirty, filthy little queer.”

(Yes, I’m off again ! On my meds yet still mad as buggery.)

41 years ago, if you looked in the box, you could have seen these 2 sensitive actors bring to life the work of a big, big gay writer.(Refer to youtube link.)

In 2013, yet to be proven a good year for the Australian Queer, Brandis and Abbott would have one of the minorities they have designated as subhuman stay in their cage. Their brethren have created this “ category “ for us. It has toxically intoxicated our safe spaces, it has been well guarded so as to cut off the necks of those who would peek out, and it has contemptibly excoriated the voices of the dying from the public discourse. It has killed our brothers and sisters:  forcing their own hands against them.

 A virus never did discriminate, but these shadows on our collective soul would have us continue to do so.

 Low days, in deed and thought, for the High Court. I say with love and well wishes: please, please kill yourselves Abbott and Brandis. Empty out this psychic blockage bunging up our courts and quoits.

 It is too late to continue to hate.