In a Surry Hills apartment
lying naked on the floor
in a puddle of her drying blood
lies a twenty dollar whore
and the last cock that she ever sucked
is walking out the door
saying "man I gotta split this joint,
but first I gotta score."
In a stolen black Monaro
cut the night out of the gloom
head lights bright
he seized the night and
broke the back out fo the Hume
And the sunrise brings
his blood shot eyes
and blood stained hands to rest
a line of speed is all he needs
to still his beating chest
St Kilda smiles and a thousand miles
lie between him and her bed
where she still lies
with dead wide eyes
and a bullet in her head
The Trustees wish to thank JAF for retreiving this ancient parchment from the darkest corners of the ossuary
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Little Boy Lost
A young man's mind turns murdersome
On a night this
When the weight of hate is burdensome
And too great to resist
With the night time's anonymity
And the stark certainty of death
The streets are filled with vengeance
And the remains of those he left
In the porch light's feeble shadow
“Who calls so late at night?”
The fly-screen door
hangs no more
as his cold hands closed so tight
With a vice-like grip
till her quivering lips
turned blue in this light
and he breathed her breath
and tore her dress
in a dance of death's delight
Special thanks to JAF for transcribing and translating this piece.
On a night this
When the weight of hate is burdensome
And too great to resist
With the night time's anonymity
And the stark certainty of death
The streets are filled with vengeance
And the remains of those he left
In the porch light's feeble shadow
“Who calls so late at night?”
The fly-screen door
hangs no more
as his cold hands closed so tight
With a vice-like grip
till her quivering lips
turned blue in this light
and he breathed her breath
and tore her dress
in a dance of death's delight
Special thanks to JAF for transcribing and translating this piece.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Uncle Bob
For instance, after Aunty Janice got sick and they cut off her boobs, uncle Bob married an Asian lady. She was from the Philippines. We called her Polly (you know, like in the nursery rhyme; Polly put the kettle on, kettle on, kettle on). I don’t remember what her real name was. It was hard to pronounce, so everyone just called her Polly, even Janice. Polly was great. My uncle said that Polly did everything around the house: cooked, cleaned, ironed and even mowed the lawn. He trained her to bring him a beer without ever having to ask. Yeah, she was great, but after Uncle Bob sponsored her mother and five brothers to come to Australia and live, she took off, and last we heard she had married one of the brothers. How sick is that!!
Anyway, with the money that was left, my uncle was able to buy a caravan on a permanent site outside Camden. It has a canvas annex and Uncle Bob told me it was like going on a camping holiday every day. I loved to go and stay with him and wear my thongs in the shower. He even has his own key to the amenities block and doesn't have to ask at the office to use the toilet. Uncle Bob's got a new girlfriend now. She’s from Russia. Uncle Bob keeps sending her money for the airfare to come to Australia and marry him, but every time, the money gets stolen by the Russian mafia. Uncle Bob showed me some photos of her on the internet and she must be dead keen to marry him, because no matter how many times she has been robbed, at gun point and everything, she keeps asking my uncle for more money for her air ticket and sends him photographs that I'm not allowed to look at. My Uncle Bob’s a top bloke. He collects guns and used to bread pig dogs, and even though he's on a disability pension and likes playing the pokies, he gave the money from his share of Grandpa’s house to Katarina for her 21st birthday. I reckon he really likes this one.
Uncle Bob used to be in the army before he got injured, but we are not allowed to talk about it, because it is top secret. He was in an undercover unit called the Special Air Land Sea Attack (SALSA) and they killed gorillas in Iraq. I remember when I went to the War Memorial in Canberra in Year 6 the army guy asked us if we had any family in the armed forces and I told him about my uncle. Anyway, when he looked him up on the computer to find out where he had served, they couldn’t find any record of him, and the army guy kind of looked at me funny like he knew the truth, but wasn’t allowed to say, which only goes to show how top secret my uncle was, because even the army guy at the War Memorial wasn’t allowed to talk about him. They must have another, top-secret computer with Uncle Bob's name on it. Probably in America.
But then my uncle got injured being a hero by an IUD and they made him go on the pension. He became a private detective after that, but we weren’t allowed to talk about that either. Mum said if the government found out that he had gone undercover again he might lose his pension. I guess that makes sense. That’s why he had to borrow Uncle Brian’s name for a while. I don’t remember Uncle Brian. He died when I was 5. Uncle Bob said "'Denim and Lace' came in at 16 to 1 and Uncle Brian got as full as a tick and fell out of a red-rattler on the way home from Rose Hill."
When he was a private detective Uncle Brian (who was really Uncle Bob) had to follow people around with a long lens. He had to take photos of them doing adultery. He worked with a lady called Sharon who wore lots of make-up and long boots and smelled like musk sticks. I thought she was French because mum said that she was not Uncle Brian’s (really Uncle Bob's) girlfriend, but she was an “agent provocateur” and she would talk to the men at the Travelodge and they would buy her 'Shirlie Temples' and she would see if they wanted to do adultery so that uncle Brian (Bob) could photograph them doing french with Sharon. Then one day Uncle Brian (you know who I mean) took a photograph of a man who Sharon called ‘The Minister’ and said that they were going to get rich. But then, my uncle got beaten up by a group of anonymous with baseball bats and iron pipes, and he really did have to go on the pension after that. They didn't get rich, him and Sharon. Instead, Sharon got married to a man called Derrek in one of the photographs and Uncle Brian went back to being dead, which was probably for the best, because I still don't remember him.
Uncle Bob took the photographs at Sharon's wedding and dad thought that was real funny. At the reception in Derrek's back yard, dad told Uncle Bob that he wouldn't have minded being photographed with Sharon at the Travelodge. But dad never stayed at the Travelodge. He lives with his girlfriend in Ermington. Dad told Derrek too, but then they had a fight and dad had to leave the party before the cops arrived, and mum was really dirty on him. So was uncle Bob, but he still took great photos of the fight. Dad doesn't go to Derrek and Sharon's anymore, so he doesn't get to swim in the pool on hot days and play Marco Polo or see Sharon's bosoms. I once called Uncle Bob "dad" by mistake, but I wouldn't do it again, because it made him cry.
Anyway, with the money that was left, my uncle was able to buy a caravan on a permanent site outside Camden. It has a canvas annex and Uncle Bob told me it was like going on a camping holiday every day. I loved to go and stay with him and wear my thongs in the shower. He even has his own key to the amenities block and doesn't have to ask at the office to use the toilet. Uncle Bob's got a new girlfriend now. She’s from Russia. Uncle Bob keeps sending her money for the airfare to come to Australia and marry him, but every time, the money gets stolen by the Russian mafia. Uncle Bob showed me some photos of her on the internet and she must be dead keen to marry him, because no matter how many times she has been robbed, at gun point and everything, she keeps asking my uncle for more money for her air ticket and sends him photographs that I'm not allowed to look at. My Uncle Bob’s a top bloke. He collects guns and used to bread pig dogs, and even though he's on a disability pension and likes playing the pokies, he gave the money from his share of Grandpa’s house to Katarina for her 21st birthday. I reckon he really likes this one.
Uncle Bob used to be in the army before he got injured, but we are not allowed to talk about it, because it is top secret. He was in an undercover unit called the Special Air Land Sea Attack (SALSA) and they killed gorillas in Iraq. I remember when I went to the War Memorial in Canberra in Year 6 the army guy asked us if we had any family in the armed forces and I told him about my uncle. Anyway, when he looked him up on the computer to find out where he had served, they couldn’t find any record of him, and the army guy kind of looked at me funny like he knew the truth, but wasn’t allowed to say, which only goes to show how top secret my uncle was, because even the army guy at the War Memorial wasn’t allowed to talk about him. They must have another, top-secret computer with Uncle Bob's name on it. Probably in America.
But then my uncle got injured being a hero by an IUD and they made him go on the pension. He became a private detective after that, but we weren’t allowed to talk about that either. Mum said if the government found out that he had gone undercover again he might lose his pension. I guess that makes sense. That’s why he had to borrow Uncle Brian’s name for a while. I don’t remember Uncle Brian. He died when I was 5. Uncle Bob said "'Denim and Lace' came in at 16 to 1 and Uncle Brian got as full as a tick and fell out of a red-rattler on the way home from Rose Hill."
When he was a private detective Uncle Brian (who was really Uncle Bob) had to follow people around with a long lens. He had to take photos of them doing adultery. He worked with a lady called Sharon who wore lots of make-up and long boots and smelled like musk sticks. I thought she was French because mum said that she was not Uncle Brian’s (really Uncle Bob's) girlfriend, but she was an “agent provocateur” and she would talk to the men at the Travelodge and they would buy her 'Shirlie Temples' and she would see if they wanted to do adultery so that uncle Brian (Bob) could photograph them doing french with Sharon. Then one day Uncle Brian (you know who I mean) took a photograph of a man who Sharon called ‘The Minister’ and said that they were going to get rich. But then, my uncle got beaten up by a group of anonymous with baseball bats and iron pipes, and he really did have to go on the pension after that. They didn't get rich, him and Sharon. Instead, Sharon got married to a man called Derrek in one of the photographs and Uncle Brian went back to being dead, which was probably for the best, because I still don't remember him.
Uncle Bob took the photographs at Sharon's wedding and dad thought that was real funny. At the reception in Derrek's back yard, dad told Uncle Bob that he wouldn't have minded being photographed with Sharon at the Travelodge. But dad never stayed at the Travelodge. He lives with his girlfriend in Ermington. Dad told Derrek too, but then they had a fight and dad had to leave the party before the cops arrived, and mum was really dirty on him. So was uncle Bob, but he still took great photos of the fight. Dad doesn't go to Derrek and Sharon's anymore, so he doesn't get to swim in the pool on hot days and play Marco Polo or see Sharon's bosoms. I once called Uncle Bob "dad" by mistake, but I wouldn't do it again, because it made him cry.
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