that time in kandahar

he was a war reuter

& knew the sound of mortar & rubble

heart for heart

he was middle east & a west vegas

& today he was a gameshow king

winning the 2 litre of olive oil

which is what you win if you can’t get

the car

Love is no Bus

this is grahams beach

where i don’t get tv

or phone

i am no lone star.

*

a couple chisel away

at oyster ~

this rocks she says.

*

our dog collapses

from too much swimming & shitting.

*

the tranny works only just ~

love is no bus in palestine

on the ten o’clock bulletin.

radiohead

pre bed

our ritual of teeth washing & flossing is habitual

& we empty our bladders the same all over the world

~

we sleep with a radio at the tip of our heads

for our ears to swan on the sound of foreign news

& a round up of the day here

~

we are radioheads

flitting in & out of other people’s countries

~

sometimes we take the radio stories

& slip them into the beginning of our dreams

with close shaves & steering wheel terrors

~

or the brush with.

~

in a very bad night there will be extended coverage

& much bbc & abc stuff.

shot

here is the snapshot. this is the paris herald

that is the road in the colour nullabor.

*

he is a warjunkie with a thing for

shutters apertures & caption thinking.

*

always shooting up large

& in & out of the home dark room

where you see what you shot.

*

i believe in tunnelvision & unity books

& 2 batteries makes a radio rule.

*

he faxed me

from the hotel where the aircon was off.

& the roomservice cost the earth in nasdaqs.

*

j’like this?

a breeze outdooors – a shagged journo.

watches cellphones & laptops that fit

into your boxers.

*

it’s my last marmite.

checkout the guy in the flannel suit.

*

a tailor

who i got having his last breath.

*

jonny dymond jonny dymond

where are you?

*

wires

Here is the radio from the inside out with mechanics.

Who brings me stories of accents lost from nations

whose nationals don’t vote.

Where a roadmap is spin for not sure.

These are the valves of ceos verging on perjury.

& those are the wires of pharmac & farmers

whose codes trick.

Beef is an infection.

& war is a 30 second commercial

made in the Philippines from fingers of kids.

These are the times when buying

is Branding & Dreaming is paying or not.

With Nero burning Rom off.

& that is the tube who passes the story

to the heart of my ear. From Radiowood.

With the lure of Free True News.

plateau honey

is a sign

on the way

through the north island

where all the towns

come at you

in fog.

through the windscreen

of your eye

& lobe

where everything is

absorbed to your chest

& your heart is a little

mtv singing r e m

& you swallow all the

busted country fencing

like a western

with the plethora of bps

caltexes & as much

cattle