recent stuff by allan boyd - antipoet

blood moon

10 Oct 2014

on a blood moon rise
thin cloud obscures clarity
and it rains black dogs
and swings me fast
that chronic flight of ideas
hits big this time
a bitumen fist
can’t smoke enough cigarettes
this elaborate frantic discussion
with too many voices, like axes
which may or may not
be real. an unbearable irritation.
trying to dance it off
like there’s nobody watching
but they’re real to him, okay?
are you okay?
mental as, he said, speech slurred
voice muddy, smoky.

pandaland

19 Sep 2014

in pandaland theyre watching panda porn
parking panda cars in panda bays
in panda parks they smoke panda pipes
and pass the panda goon
pissed pandas on the panda verandah
poking panda puns at pedestrians
in panda parliament the panda members
pitch panda poems, pushing panda stanzas
and the panda population grows unabated
many lazy pandas sit and eat and breed
and pregnant pandas push out perfect pandas
and wait for the sneeze
pandas meander in panda packs on public transport
plucking panda banjos

first week of september

05 Sep 2014

At the AFL starter gate…
At the top it’s the Sydney Swans in red n white bloods culture and its an academy award to australian of the year all big buddy and kick it to Tippet until the siren sounds - ball
Hawthorn all happy happy wearing wees n poos all grunt n mighty fighting Hawks without a buddy, but a Clarko – did you see that, umpire
Geelong where God and his son learnt to play the game the way it should be played at home and far away – they always find a way – outta bounds

winey

31 Aug 2014

This one’s dripping in green olive, black olive tapenade, all spearmint and chocolate bursts, yet somewhat floury, mostly tomato and cheesy mac overtones. A powerful biscuity bundle in here, more Lake Monger than Perry Lakes - the nose getting riper, redder, shouting harder as it goes along. The more you sip. And sip. And swish. The sips are getting bigger now, me and Bob Malone, sipping. Not really sipping now, more a swill, bigger mouthfuls until this fat-lady sings. Hmmm. Its blackberry yoghurt, a mango slice – the colour of bike accident bruise.

this is not a sidewalk

22 Aug 2014

this is not a sidewalk it’s a footpath
haven’t got a pencil I won’t draw a bath
if you go to the bathroom
there’s no toilet in the bathroom
and I’m worried mate
washroom restroom: dunny
dude. I’m not on my cell, I’m on the mobile
if you call be buddy, dude - I’m not your mate
data data data – your inflection doesn’t matter
take away. not take out
a shop not a store mate
aluminium aluminium aluminium
zed zed zed – not zee
spell privatize with an S not a zee
diaper nappy nappy diaper pacifier dummy dummy

#hashtag cliche

08 Aug 2014

#hashtag cliche
#gday mate
#howsitgarn
#look what the cat dragged in
#the light is on but nobody’s home
#what's not to like
#you can run, but you can't hide
#when the cat's away
#raining cats and dogs
#not in my back yard
#tongue-in-cheek
#throw in the towel
#nip it in the bud
#trip down memory lane
#silence is golden
#calm before the storm
#no guts, no glory
#win some lose some
#no pain, no gain
#no stone unturned
#touch wood
#bat outta hell

in the paddock

01 Aug 2014

infill
in the paddock here
off the Dandaragan Rd
light rain drifts
it’s a waltz through young
thin head-high trees
planted 5 years ago
5 metres apart by machine
now by hand it’s a 7 step stretch
up n down, across the ruts
3 runs at a time
scan n search for infill

as tank shells rain in Gaza
and I’m in the paddock

this one K long paddock
under the fat cattle stare, we’re
fixing sugar gum holes, cladocalyx
with mallee form yorks
and eucalyptus camaldulensis

wellbucket

16 Jul 2014

it’s a 5am rise
an hours drive in the pre-dawn
gnagarra rd traffic
battling tradies down west swan rd
up the mundaring hill
deep in sawyers valley bliss
its all 7am shadows
frost vs fog
man vs paddock
at the treedump
full uteload of pinasta boxes loaded
then gear up, launch off the back of the tray
buckets on, bombing the hills
for 200 trees each run
walking the Whadjuk country
planting tool in hand, a swing
and a drop, a heel or a toe
to firm one by one

palmer drama

28 Jun 2014

there’s no calmer drama in parliament
than clive fredrick palmer
he’s such a charmer
no more charming than chicken parma tuesday
rockin up to the house
in a Rolls on a Wednesday
or a Bently on a Thursday
or a Merk on a Monday
a gentle fistful of monetary whispers
to the party resisters
those sunshine dinosaurs
this Palmersaurus riddle
and galore galore, puppy and gore
we’re rolling on floors
running out doors
run PUP flags up poles
digging big big holes

get it india

20 Jun 2014

5000 years of tomato heart
diced on woodgrain
this kitchen now a choreography
of knives and colour bursts
in nutmeg breeze
a Bollywood sunset
sliced under sweet onion flame
crushed by a dozen garlic-faced ideas, chick-peas
and cumin seeds, cardamom smokes
mortar n pestle beats to the thick bass
in a haze of mustard seeds pop
and chilli bites my finger, the colour
of clove tears.
Sweet fenugreek in between sweeps
of garam masala, and hits of ginger,
tamarind, turmeric
and green chilli,

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