Chrome Orchard

A Month on the Farm

2009-12-11T05:36:00.002+10:00

I'll shine this rope for a home

that calls like a bird,worked like a mule

chewing the dawn to the bone

I'll shine this rope for applause

rain for the hike,rain for the fall

dragging that weight to the shore

I'll shine this rope for awards

given for sleep,sinking ships and the sport

towing her grief into war

I'll shine this rope for the son

that breathes factory without alarm

and reeking of deserter charm

I'll shine this rope for the swine

caked in shit,clawing at heels

grooming their pride for the climb

I'll shine this rope for an heir

salvage the dirt,shoulder the load

like that mountain was never there

I'll shine this rope for the womb

a robe of routine thicker than mud

from the crash watch a heretic bloom

I'll shine this rope for a feast

shaped of rituals and massacre heat

as i mine the chest of the beast

I'll shine this rope for a taste

cranking the bell,back of the heart

where hope has turned blacker than waste

Panacea

2009-10-11T09:14:00.001+10:00

Soon I'll leave the rancid palm tree
the torn guts and family
Soon I'll escape the rat-fuck fest
a colouring book, a hornets nest
Soon I'll escape the butchers slab
the desperation smash and grab
Soon I'll leave the blackened bowels
the gym mirror's abbatoir howls
Soon I'll leave the jezebels
the cavalier swine in grave hotels
Soon I'll escape the tankhead drones
tropical carcass,drift-net moans
Soon I'll leave the pregnant islands
the nauseous wail of concord sirens

Soon I'll reach the imperial rain
bulldozed blondes for pure champagne
Soon I'll devour cathedral bells
road trips from fluorescent cells
Soon I'll drown in the midnight parade
phone lines from the insect charade
Soon I'll tred lionlike through snow
to where our blood will make the green grass grow

Untitled

2009-01-22T23:50:00.000+10:00

I once grew grey gardens
on towering tears
She came sunwashed
like an entire ocean
and kidnapped me in her stare
Now concertos rain eternally

Turbine Hall

2009-01-06T11:16:00.003+10:00

We'll elope to turbine hall where
savant witch farmers & territorial charmers
built our wives singing mazes
with the heart heat of Las Vegas.
where their fascinators turn to sabers
as the summer trained it's traitors
into new seductive raiders.

We'll elope to turbine hall where
opulent pride tamers & patriotic defamers
caged our exotic anthems
and blasted bestial tantrums
on chamberlins shaped like cannons.
as the bridal chorus blared from a whaler
we fed snakes the bouquet of a sailor

We'll elope to turbine hall where
imperial spitfires & caustic crucifiers
dress paradise in a thoroughbred skin
they teethe on our matriarch's limbs
while fibre optic forests swallow gatling gun hymns
and jackals bore the womb with gasoline grins

We'll elope to turbine hall where
supreme vamp courters & serene plane stalkers
erect sculptures to soundtracks of hyenas devouring
our love,bled rampant,street vulgar
and harrowing.

BAIT,BLOOD,HYENA,TANK.

2008-11-26T19:24:00.002+10:00

In a cruel summer,in a cruel winter i am her black shark
i work on manuscripts she'll never read
i bait the crane that holds her need
and all year long i stalk the shores murmuring a love song.
In a cruel autumn,in a cruel spring i am her black shark
i jail film scores behind my rusted jaws
i jackknife the cells in rabid decibels.
In a cruel storm,in a cruel flood i am her black shark
i crash the wild parties
& steal the heat from wedding nights
i swim deep to the deepest depths
and i never ever rest.

They call me a 'predator'
& i wait with a catalogue of answers

In a cruel sport,in a cruel dive i am her pearl hyena
i bash my skull against the wall of this pit
in time to her new lover's torrid fit
my newborn wont stop crying
& i cant even begin to start trying.
In a cruel ward,in a cruel hive i am her pearl hyena
everything feels like desperation
everything tastes like the way we fucked
everything smells like death
everything looks like it should.
In a cruel song,in a cruel haunt i am her pearl hyena
i howl & howl like bells in flight
but i will never see a leading light.

They call me an 'anchor'
& i wait with a catalogue of rancour

In a cruel ode,in a cruel vogue i am her scarlet tank
i slur carnal poetry in perfect harmony
the drone has driven all my friends away.
In a cruel feast,in a cruel war i am her scarlet tank
i carve the waves she sails victorious and superior
out of the blistered prison tied to every year.
In a cruel grave,in a cruel weir i am her scarlet tank
i blanket walls with prayers,psalms,plays,promises & platoon songs
i drink targets from a saber with a midnight oil chaser
and i never ever sleep.

They call me a 'vixen'
& i wait with a catalogue of weapons

In a cruel stable,in a cruel chase i am her white horse
i salute every emergency
from ithaca to diamond
and watch coastlines collapse in her silence.
In a cruel wreck,in cruel cut i am her white horse
wed to a fountain of famine and grief
she will forever remain the master thief.
In a cruel smile, in a cruel crime i am her white horse
pulled through this city by tragedies & cemeteries
repeating records & pristine memories
that can't compete with her resentment
it's so relentless,its so relentless.

They call me a 'catastrophe'
& i wait with a catalogue of apathy

In a cruel shot,in a cruel heart i am her arsenic kite
a rover in pursuit of the motive
left for dead in the middle of an ocean.
In a cruel mark,in a cruel cradle i am her arsenic kite
i once was tame and stalked with pride
bulimic,bronze,suicide
she called a legion to cull the ravaged
but everyone is savage until they meet a savage.
In a cruel lust,in a cruel fight i am her arsenic kite
sinking for seasons with my heart in a vice

They call me a 'ruiner'
& i wait with a catalogue of shame for her.

Tear,Tear,Tear

2008-11-18T11:28:00.003+10:00

let's tear,tear,tear at this carcass
in love and in desperation
with struggle and mutilation
i close on starvation.
we built,and built and built
we stacked it high till it cracked the sky.
And i was tempted to rip the whole fucking eyesore
to the black earth below
just to see your face flood with grief and sorrow
for the 8 years butchered and faux.
Let's never, never, never speak
as we watch it drown
like a war with no sound.
i stand righteous in a gutter
tanned from the hospital glow
i'm the real premier hunger
the promises i'll never utter.
And I'm sure you will see this new year as a celebration
and find love with no struggle or desperation
as i tear, tear, tear at this carcass
until i feel that first kick of perfection

Bronze Mouths

2008-07-01T08:16:00.004+10:00

with scrapyard births
on high rotation
rise with wonder
and drag your alluring armour
toward a designed mirage
we'll die of starvation
at headache stations
with scandal's oiled breath our champion sash

there are no celebrations or fiestas
in bronze mouths

with hysteria's stampede
sketched in ether
it's raining your vanity in gigalitres
laced with the crackling telephone serenades
the sex diaries into confetti showers
& a throat swollen with jealousy

there are no celebrations or fiestas
in bronze mouths

your demanding dreams
your appalling luxuries
are just Lakes and lakes of routine
your billion fantasies
& your glorified sport fucking
is assassinated in a Coliseum
filled with colour & noise
the hailing sound of applause
so deafening & nauseating
& your enemies sing louder than atomic bombs
building cities over your world ending.

there are no celebrations or fiestas
in bronze mouths

Lolita

2008-06-29T17:06:00.002+10:00

Hey Lolita! let's steal a yacht and sail to Cambodia
we'll fuck in the monsoon,bleach the temples
& drag the Mekong until we find our love song

let's leave at dusk and break into the zoo
we'll ride wildcats through the glowing avenues
straight to the monuments of the venom in you

let's ram-raid the museum, we'll haul the brown bones
down to the quay, build chimes for the charcoal trees
and send crippled rafts overseas

let's hijack a Euro fighter we'll fly to Marseilles
over mansions & Estates
& kamikaze into skylines
& sleep through the havoc & sirens

let's bust into the aviary before the sun starts blazing
we'll wed on an altar
made of black kites & vultures

lets jack a Lamborghini and howl through boulevards
down to the blacklight promenade
we'll plow it into the rancid harbour
run back to kings row
and scam a loan from your father

let's hide out in the cathedral
till the streetlights serenade the sky
we'll swoon to the ballads in the cemetery
and bash the organ till its spitting a rhapsody

and when miles of swamps and sugar trucks
swim from my chest to my throat
and leashes of lead burst from my mouth
anchor at my heels & drag my heart south

i want you there Lolita,,,i want you there

Ether Coast

2008-06-23T19:49:00.003+10:00

Ether Coast

ivory slings
tacked the grand sable head
to the jewelled teeth of our blackmailer ships
Bane tusks cascade into our ether coast
& peeled the plumage from our majestic tanks

"bring me the saddle"
"bring me the bridle"
"bring me the tourniquet"

serrated manes bloom into showers of peroxide
jet sized wounds sharked over stadiums of war brides
from a putrid husk we towed a monolith across a sinew river
on our way to the mouth of the mauled viper

"bring me the desert"
"bring me the night terror"
"bring me the sandblast"

piano anchors draped me in a steers bones
so i raided the new nest under skid row,
rode sex diaries through nitrous fields
in a hospital glow
& tagged "in extremis" on every fucking throne

"bring me the field dressing"
"bring me the priest's blessing"
"bring me the hailing horrors"

salacious sirens tore a chrome colt from our summer guts
and composed acres and acres of bait-talk
which ran for days and days
& poured 19 million litres of shit through our lorikeet maze

"bring me the torture"
"bring me the trauma"

marine pride sang through this endless sauna

"bring me a divorce"
"bring me a scandal"
"bring me a lifetime of debt"

Arrival

2008-05-20T16:49:00.003+10:00

Arrival

i'm armed and decorated,scouring with the mudlarks
under a welded sky dragging a molotov hangover
down from that engine howl
and a month in a tiger's jaws
where i have no connection the weight of the ocean

i storm beaches with the carnivores
under a constructed sun nursing a white heat motive
cleaving like a poacher
from a spark into a bonefire
where i have no affection the depth of a canyon

i tarred farms with the war widows
under gut coloured sunsets,the echo of a threnondy
through the mane's of the cavalry
and 27 years in the bronze mouth
where i have no arrival the strength of a martyr

i flared airstrips with the butchers
to lure romantics from the noise of dramatic cities
passed the stagnant canals and dead matterhorn
into the feasting harbours
where i feel no elation the height of an empire

i nested in tanneries and bred a pride of enemies
under a constant traffic sprawl,feeding failure
across from that propeller's drone
through the tonnes of black snow
and nights in the scald tank
where i have no intention of ever leaving