I’ve been wanting to post something other than poetry but to be honest, I haven’t really had anything to say that doesn’t involve repetitions of previous information about either my life or my band. But something happened recently that has been in the back of my mind, bubbling away in my subconscious. This occurred at the end of August, which goes to show how slow my mind works

The band has been going great guns. The last Friday in August was our last night of a very successful month long...

You can always trust there’ll be weather
But can you trust a weatherman
You can always trust the times will change
But never slow enough for you to understand

You can count on the fact we’ll all die
But you can never know when or where
And while you worry about it life passes by
And mine’s too precious for me to share

You can trust in the dark the last key you try
Will be the one to open up your door
You can trust the kids will wail and cry
If you suggest being older, you might kn...

I stumble to the kitchen
Weary, bone-tired and worn
And as the daylight rises
I stare at the crack of dawn

Weary, bone-tired and worn
I wonder how I will last the day
I stare at the crack of dawn
Wishing the sun was fading away

I wonder how I will last the day
While I wait for my morning brew
Wishing the sun was fading away
I could be back in bed with you

While I wait for my morning brew
I can hardly contain my scorn
I could be back in bed with you
Not weary, bone-tired and ...

It surrounds me
Like a fine mist
So hard to see
Yet I know it exists

I walk through
This life I know
Always with
Death in tow

I’m not alone
In my mortality
There’s no predicting
When it will be me

I have this life
I’m won’t refuse
Whatever is truth
I don’t want to lose

So spare me
Your virtuous words
I continue onwards
To death, unperturbed

I can’t be bothered
Cause I won’t be saved
I will return to dirt
As I lie in my grave

But I’m not faithless
I just don’t require
A blind belief
In something higher

My faith is built
Not on guilt or fear
But on the love of those
I hold dear

I know their love
As they know mine
And for what its worth
Their love is divine

Life, oh life
So fragile and fey
As one begins
Another passes away
I might say goodbye
Adieu, farewell
Here is to heaven
And here is to hell

Life, oh life
So fickle and fleeting
As one heart slows
Another starts beating
I could take control
End this right now
Miss out on heaven
Go straight to hell

Life, oh life
So grand a scheme
As one desires
Another dares dream
You dream of ghosts
I dare the angels
Show me your heaven
I’ll show you my hell

Buried, interred
Under ...

On and on, ad infinitum repetition
The treat is not so sweet with this carry on
Over and over till boredom is a relief
This righteousness feels completely wrong

The treat is not so sweet with this carry on
Ditto after ditto, repeating endlessly
This righteousness feels completely wrong
Rewind, reverse and repeat after me

Ditto after ditto, repeating endlessly
Until any sense of moment is truly gone
Rewind, reverse and repeat after me
The singer might differ but not the song

Ech...

I watched a bird
Regard a post
Like it was an alien tree
As I watched
A thought occurred
“What would the bird think of me?”

Do I even rate
In the bird’s view
Of the world we both survey
Then the bird flew up
Crapped on the post
And purposefully flew away

Walking a back alley
Next to a messy pile
Of autumn-clipped limbs
And leaning against
A broken porcelain toilet
I saw an artist’s canvas
Half finished
Abandoned
When inspiration
Was no longer available

An unfinished
Master-less piece
The technique naive
But vigorous
Who ever started this
Had Muse riding shotgun
But only for a brief time
It only served to remind me
How so much of who we are
Ends up being discarded

While I was only
Short-cutting through an alley
And wou...

She left me
Like the last leaf
On a dormant tree
Plucked off by
A randy wind
Whose promises
Blew away
Just as easily

She left behind
Random hairs
A favoured lipstick
And a faint scent
Framed memories
Of her and I
Wrapped in vestiges
Of finicky love

A phone call
Late in the evening
On a distorted line
She chats idly
I wait for her
To ask for help
But she can’t
So she hangs up

The wind blows
She’s at my door
Crying shallow tears
But she knows
I will let her in
...

Who says the end is always justified
Sometimes the means are average
And the ends are frayed
Whether or not the knot is undone
Can all that is made be unmade

And what of the journey to the finish
Is it the fall or the landing
Regardless of the height
If it all works out after struggling to rise
Then isn’t it worth the fight

Who says the way to live is fraught
With disappointment and dangers
That worsen each passing year
Isn’t it better to keep moving forward
Stand tall and fac...

If there was any doubt
You had tied it up
Into a neat bundle
And locked it away
To gather dust
And incriminations
To rot and wither
Until you could safely explain it
As another unrequited sickness
Of the heart

Life is made of doubt
Avarice, envy and lust
As well as happiness
Peace, joy and pleasure
Hiding the negatives
Won’t improve
Any of the positives
Better to let the skeletons out
To dance and eventually tire
And save your heart

I remember when we first met
You said I stank while I thought I smelt good
For a boy who’d be playing all day
In the sun with a ball and a stick
And a small dog with a big bark

You were sitting in the shade of a paperbark
Tearing strips from the tree
Which you were rolling into tubes
And binding with string made from grass
You said they were Egyptian parchments

You were in the company of a porcelain doll
And a rather grumpy-looking teddy bear
The doll you called Nefertiti
The be...

I’m not sure I would ever be
As challenged by life if I was always happy
Shadows hide pearls
Shade hides fruit
Sometimes the best ideas
Come from the most tragic of events

But there is this black dog I sometimes walk
Who occasionally wags its tail in spite
Then defiantly pisses
On any good intentions
Or barks at the door of sanity
Until I can’t stand to hear anything else

I want to put my head down
Leave all the bright thoughts for others
And dwell in this malaise
This bog o...

Last weekend, my band did their first ‘tour’ (if travelling for 3 hours to do a single gig and then turning around and coming home can be called a tour). We travelled to the capital of Australia, Canberra, to do a show at a great little venue called Toast. It was exciting, fun and we had a great time on the road, for the most part. I had to do all the driving, which is something I won’t do again. This was due more to poor planning on my part than anything else but I’ve learnt my lesson. Com...