Nomenklatura Suras
The oldest river, cradle of civilisationis now a drain. Eyes are just the lensesfor commemorative snaps.
Beside this rumour of watermore ideas are tortured away from problematic citizens,the fools remain stupidly inquisitive despite all their schooling.
Naked in the desert, naked in their jobs — educated peopleare running numbers, to survive. They fling their flatteryto peripherally bask beneath a uniformed sun.
No simple chore this ...men carry doors on their backsto ensure they are never opened.
With a smile over twitch, masters below masters procure —perhaps avoid atrocity as they quietly suggest a gentler path.Having family changes everything ... to endure is a pilgrimage.
Aromatic lamb on a bed of cous cousstewed tea ... God's blessing of wise visitorswho paint & watch CNN. This is savage
but they are not savages. Like a mirror the fickle awes of skydrop bombs. Regime change is fashionable this year.There are efficiencies in the fictions of right.
The glee, that honest toilof looting other lives.Each tumble clears the view, just a bit.
Years are nothing, what's rebuilt doesn't work —just as effortlessly as the dirty little system beforethat so many died to defend.
But don't worry, time is a grader.Alongside the quacking of historiansall mistakes will be buried under new initiatives.
Tabula Rasa
1. Time hangs around my placelike an errant friend who overstays, drives you madbut then he leaves town & you grievefor those moments of shambolic intimacy.
Can't be with him, maybe he's living in some community nowbut I'm locked out of any gated communities,still too young for retirement lifestyle villas,too much of everything for lentils & the hippy drum.
Austerity breeds space,space breeds foolishness which is precious.Daniel smirks as I save the world. Ophelia says yes,thinks loving is again possible.
There is no god, I will die.Cultivate indifference& a measured ethics thateven Cardinal Pell thinks will get us at heaven.
But I'm drunk again — with moment this week.No one has been rescued.The river's taxes spread the blame, my painslike polite children fuster at my feet.
Above a colloquium of Pacific black ducksI realise a jackhammer has been going on across the bay —all morning. It is a small thing besideremnant ideas & warming sun.
Mothers have rolled this day & are smoking it.Hazard reduction is a universal goodity. Gilding the liverwe wear helmets to bedour cloaks of haze are immortal.
This could (but won't) go on forever.Local Rural Fire Service seems to have blendeda subtle mix of rum & feathers.The secret is to peel a