Paul Harrison

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by Ian on September 8, 2010

Paul Harrison does his stuff in Perth, the world’s most isolated city.  If you like his words there are many more to be consumed on his blog: The Last Disciple First.

domestic me

tonight i’m going to wash
down the walls of my new place
scrub off the years of dirt
mould and lung smoke
and i’m going to approach the task
in sections and stages
like this little cave, my first home in years
was the sydney harbour bridge
beer in one hand
and a cloth in the other
and of course it could be worse
it could be blood
like seven years ago
it was.

at the latest reading in town

funded by the Department of Arts
peopled by the same young hacks
& applauded by the usual hipster crowds
it occurs to me
that if the underground
didn’t exist
it would have to invent itself
if not the wheel,
all over again.

poets

who write
poems
about
killing
themselves
are full
of it
you just
plan
the detail
and do it
and then
the pain
stops.
it’s over
except it isn’t
not ever
loved
lifetimes
wondering
why
and a hollow
ache
far worse
than any
somatic
pain
you might feel
yr testes
like cue balls
limping down
streets
past
sex shop
windows
yr face
screwed
with pain
no use
for the
privates
and peeps,
open
till
midnight
NOW


life is a big casino

and the first day
was always important
but it always came
back to one day at
a time this day now
which isn’t a bad
thing but hardly new
and if you hung around
long enough you’d get
a casino chip for 30
days, 60 days and so on
i myself never winning
any big anniversaries
always busting about
the sixth month mark
deciding i’d take my
chances in the two-up
game on the outside
avoiding the big house
to date tho i did land
in a psychiatric bin
and death less and less
of a long shot now betting
it all on the page and
the bottle o not going
bust roulette in my lungs
and my veins and death’s
fixed odds the only game
in town, and on the house.

tonight

even
the
candle
burns
like
a poem

3 poetic epigrams, epitaphs or something

FUCK HATE
and
FUCK DEATH
and
FUCK POETRY
EAT PUSSY
LIVE LONGER.

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