Archive for August 2015

FIFO   Leave a comment


Reduce the distance between
and the time available for
dinner reservations – move the town

I drive south along quiet streets,
where the mix of commercial buildings
and four bedroom two bathroom
double garage homes all have
things in common

nothing and nothingness,
or empty and emptiness,
the boom came and went
as did the people,
but the debt still remains

the pubs fading chalkboard reads
“Two for Tuesday T’bones – $38.00”
Clive Palmer would have ordered a double

not far away a security light
struggles to illuminate a
deserted public library,
who knows why for even the
thieves have left this place

a plaque sits somewhere in
in the middle of town reading,
“This town was opened by
Sir Joh Bjelke-Petersen for the
benefit of…” – the rest is missing

the torn remains of the banner
for an Italian food festival
still straddles the main street

this town was bankrupt long
before it was deserted, money
does funny things to morals,
though strangely it never
bothered the politicians

[euthanasia, an act of killing
painlessly, a mercy killing],
yet there was no easy death here,
this town screamed all the way
to its open cut grave

homeless and hungry, they moved
towns, there’s always a new
restaurant just up the road

immerse yourself in the mines
and they all look the same,
a strand of coolabah trees
would have stood where now
there is only a hole in the ground

nothing defines a mining
towns character anymore,
it just doesn’t exist
politicians and workers,
they fly in, they fly out


Posted 11/08/2015 by DarKarsean in Life, Musing, poem, poetic, poetry, politics, Uncategorized

Circadian Dreams   Leave a comment

Circadian Dreams

master clock
body clock
circadian rhythm
set time
free mind
cue the cycles
in the pattern
of his sleep

in the night
in a dream
in the hours
in between
a pair
a couple
two friends
two not lovers

this dream
he couldn’t tell
if his name
was said
with joy or

Posted 05/08/2015 by DarKarsean in Uncategorized

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