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 The car parts protruding from the sand will outlast my transient footprints, but the sea will take them all. Published in "Tribe" magazine issue 10, November 1999 R557-31 |
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Where are the warriors? Where are the Men? Did they all die on the fields of war? I write an ode to SNAGS*, whose hearts have seen a golden path to the future and in honesty and love they follow, but they leave their balls behind. I write a requiem to the Bad Boys, whose passion and fire are undeniable behind the guns and the wheels, the electric guitars and the prison bars, but whose courage fails at the first whiff of the Goddess. The Men were all gone when I was born; will they not return until after I have gone? _______12.2.99 Byron Bay, NSW_______ (* Sensitive New Age Guys) |
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who is the clearest of them all? _______17.1.99_______ The Hunter who never stands still cannot make a kill. _______17.1.99_______ |
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initiation by Dr. Mud doof doof doof doof! now the canine contingent arrives woof woof woof woof! pity the old god Pan's not here.... oh! but he is! the energy that shakes us all must surely be his I watch my dancing shadow as if with other eyes then charged and primed go out again to flirt with younger guys since Gandalf only Nic can blow smoke rings like that and his fluorescent purple smile turns him into a Cheshire cat doof doof doof woof woof woof! _______10.1.99 Koonyum, NSW_______ |