Retrospective

A ghost town playground:
Smaller than before,
I’m taller for sure.
A post-frown come down.

The last brick found:
Uglier in retrospect.
Cause and effect.
A clay-cast historic fowl up.

A bunch of old pictures:
That black & white smile.
Stay the same for while.
Take out the memories and shift ‘em.

Stop wishing, stop thinking.
Kill the pain by drinking.
Don’t look back,
Keep the timeline flat.
Retrospective perspectives
Will attack the core of your being.

Pre-frontal Meltdown

Peering as I pocket the eight.
Eye-ball strangers ‘till late,
or ‘till I get what I want:
My sociopathic tendencies need
fulfilling.

Start up an argument,
Just for argument’s sake.
The prefrontal cortex is resting,
while the rage waits.

The aggressive, anti-social behaviour
ain’t a way to explain
why you picked me out of the crowd?
Did I trigger past pain?

Go back to the grain and the kelpie.

Save your fists for your wife
and for fuck’s sake take a knife
then drive it through your
ignorant,
cold,
neuronal inhibited brain.
Wash it in the rain.

And hope to god that lightning strike you dead.

A Graveyard [to be named later]

Look past the farmer,
The melodrama paraded in front yards.
The bizarre occurrences offer assurances
That those people are just country folk.
“she’s alright”, “he’s a good bloke”.
Ha! It’s just one big fucking joke
after another.

Another street full of shopping trolleys.
Another treeless sunset.
This place is just a graveyard
To be named later.
Another house full of drunkards.
Another for sale sign.
This place is just slowly sinking down
To be found later.

Invite an angered look,
For some reason or another you walking
Is a metaphor for something more.
Fallen onto a rusty stake -
A deliberate mistake.
It stops you from breaking
And the burning orange stain
Burns deep, and oxidises.

Another frontyard-slash-junkyard.
Another treeless sunset.
This place is just a graveyard
To be named later.