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Pub Rock Compilation:

Senryu and Stuff

by Gregory Lawrence Wilson








For the people, and not the animals








relax if you can.

go to the max if you can.

can the can.

imprison the prison.

envision the vision.






white trash paper thin



I. GHETTO HONEY


Old books

gone down to dust,

lost to memory.


An expectation:

gentleness, greatness, and gone

down to atoms.


A moment’s a page,

a lifetime is a book.

Myths never die.


Downwards, I slip –

following books. Heaven’s

a dream in a book.



An Odyssey Shining


On by the Osprey,

the peninsula leads

to Antarctica.


Through an opening,

the sand cliff shows ocean –

an old sailing boat.



The moon in the sky is a balloon


The moon in the sky

is a balloon tethered

to a child dreaming.



Dragonfly Dreaming


philosophising

speeding, flickering dreamlike

hover dragonflies



The Good of the Earth


in the end, while I

understand nothing, the earth

understands me.


in the beginning,

while I understood nothing,

the earth stood under.


The Nature of Things


Spins a spider

a dance, around and around.

Life’s cruel, yet wondrous.



nothing if not critical


In nonsense, maths

adds up like nothing else.

A dream it is not.


minimalist poetry.

no fuss, only the bare bones –

the bare minimum.



autobiography


Gregory Lawrence. Greg.

Gregory Lawrence Wilson. Greg.

Wilson, Gregory. Greg.


The grand old lunacy

tugging my heartstrings and

pulling me under.



lunatics


The moon risen high.

The cars on the highway.

Sucking on a cig.

The cigs are a devil

to beat and hell expensive.


bad boy brown eyes

mooning out car windows

passing through the street



The doo-doo, the Dodo and the dope


Fantastic doo-doo.

The Dodo’s an extinct bird.

The bird is the word.


The Cat in the Hat shat:

A Dr. Seuss Parody


The Cat in the Hat

shat his pants bad, bad, bad.

- Bad cat, bad cat, bad.


The Madman


rage versus machine.

rage against the ice cream van.

The madman won’t stop.


Nonsense and sense


To err is human.

To arr, a pirate you be.

To oar is to row.

To err is human, they say.

To really blunder is godlike.



In admiration of Shaun Tan


dreaming a red tree

rabbits on the landscape

Moreton Bay Fig


In admiration of Roald Dahl


like a sausage flung,

the enormous crocodile

goes bang in the sun.



Crazy-arsed Lizards


Crazy-arsed lizards

Shooting forwards,

Whizzing about,

In and out.

Crazy-arsed lizards!



II. GRAFFITI WALL


The Dialogic –

full of sound and fury,

the hurly-burly’s done.

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sudden even rain.

distant thunder and lightning.

a dash to the shed.


resistentialism.

the malice of machines,

the inanimate.


Waxing poetical –

signalling intelligence,

waving while drowning.


Unrequited love –

a stretch

to the stars.


Pareidolia.

“Very like a whale.”

A drama a day.


inner dwelling

in a dwelling

swelling and falling


Baby bear’s porridge,

said the cab driver, just right.

I said, That I’ll have.


quickening lightning

sharpens chill rain

hard rain



Monkeying Around: A Tale in Three Parts


The approach of man to God


If God created man in His own image, then He is a big naked ape.

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A Savage Modern Fable


The big dumb animal sat quiet, it sat stuffed.

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Signing Out


He ended before he began again.






outsider asides



Part 1.


alone – dero, bum


no way back. no way

forwards. stuck in the middle –

bread and circuses.


Life’s miraculous,

organised chaos. Verily,

nature’s unfailing.

Nothingness is absolute,

perhaps singularly so.


O, my depression.

O, my misery.

O, the bats in the belfry!

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x the inner animal. x the missing factor. x marks the spot.


Eternity –

a lifetime,

a wink.



Babies and bugs

buzzing around cos’ they are

so fulla beans.


Bivouac.

Kerouac.

Whacked out!


The new adventure

in cloud-cuckoo land –

Family Feud


Clouds are fluffy

like French.



In the Tropics


yellow sun

raining sticky dew

on an arm


The Pacific’s edge


light.

waves.

night calm.


Shepherd’s delight


red

sun

down

inside logic

outside beauty



A haibun with nothing to do*


I read books with a critical eye.


Deliberately

numb – I could die justified,

neither happy nor sad.

I open a book and see

to finish it or end it.

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* Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.

- Charles Bukowski



Haiku is magic


Haiku is magic.

Haiku is not musical,

it is magical.


Haiku is magic.

Haiku’s done five-seven-five

or otherwise.


Haiku is magic,

mercifully short, sharp and sweet.

Small is an atom,

it radiates charm aplenty.

Haiku is a humanism.



Part 2.


Eating a haiku


Eating a haiku.

Twisting the salt and pepper –

overwise or dumb.


Ahead in the Clouds


The radio station

plays on in the background.

Too much hip hop crap.


smoking butts


One smokes butts.

One craves not fag butts

but nicotine smoke.


Birthday Card


Fair youth in a crop

golden under brooding sky –

cigarette money


Yesterday today.

It is too late in the day

for yesterdays.


Asking Jesus


I asked Jesus

for his love, empathy, pity – ach,

mere superstition.


Heaven Noticed


Sun and shadows.

A life passed into soil

onto sparrows.


A life’s pilgrimage.

A trip towards a grave –

a honeyeater.


The fuss is fuzzy


a busybody buzzing

around about. Shoo, shooing

away the buzzy bee.


On madness


Madness is another world.

You cannot live there.


On anger


“Anger is an energy,” yet

Also the enemy.


On from rage


Awaiting her always

And not belonging.


Empty


I’m empty.


Eternity


Eternity –

a moment,

a wink.


Chasing momentum


I understand this.

I follow – lead me endlessly

into temptation.


Hope


a leafy vein and tier.

in the trialling of tears,

a hefty tear is vain.


Starry-eyed me


Bright are the stars,

winking and shining, alas

I am very alone.


The End is the end






Monkeying Around

in the Garden of Eden



“Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.”

The simpleton just simply departs reality.

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“Without agitation, there can be no revolution.”

After the revolution, there will be no agitation.

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“Find what you love and let it kill you.”

Find what you hate and don’t let it kill you.



A Haiku Parody


The old toilet.

A poo plops in –

splashdown.


The Brown Bear and the Blackcoats


The brown bear squats

within bounds. The pulpit

squats everywhere.


A Cosmic Joke


“God’s only excuse is

that he does not exist.” ha

I have no excuse.


Bubbly, and then tragedy


As free as a bubble,

floating and radiant, and then

pop! gone forever.


Bursting out the back


Geranium greening –

butts and also bugs

cover the concrete


Kiddiewinks


Starstuff and nonsense.

I look on from a long way

back and care less more.


Starry-eyed


Bright are the stars

above, winking and shining,

alone in the void.


Crushed hopes


crushed my hopes

of another life – but then

reality is a bitch


Whacked out


too tired to be

bothered with anything else

than what I love most


Little Matters


The sands of time.

Little matters in the end.

Small things matter.


The Missing Link


in the shaft of light

dust excited – brought to life

adrift together


An Unbearable Heaviness of Body


I’m empty.

I’ll fill up

when she comes.


When?


When?

She’ll be coming

‘round the mountain.


The Muse


The superior poet.

In a whirlwind, a willy-willy,

she catches me up

alive and then right in there

on the page captivates.


The Old Dog the Moon


The old dog the moon

bears a halo this night.

The moon is a grump.


Pride and Joy


puffing out

falling and rising

little small bird


little small birds


small birds in flight

small birds flittering by

bring a small smile


In Hunter S. Thompson style


I want to explode

in Hunter S. Thompson style

fireworks


The Best Medicine


laughter –

the first sign

of maturity


Love is always

true and eternal, and yet

never wise in age.


Love’s a hot doughnut

with lots of sugar. Love’s

just plain fattening.

Nothing succeeds like love.

It ain’t an effing parrot.


Crazy Brave


Am I already dead?

“I think, therefore I am.”

Am I crazy or mad?


Desperate

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The bee settles on a flower – and lifts off.


I am...not a teacher but a heathen.



Deep Silence


Silence is a church

abandoned, alone in

the broad light of day.


Silence


Nothing, nevermore.

Origami, Japanese.

Nothing, nevermore.


In the Middle of the Night


There’s nothing better

to do than to write haiku.

Therapeutic muse.


The Sun Always Rises


If there’s nothing else,

there’s always someone

who’s more miserable.


Who’s madder than me?


Who’s madder than me?

- Tell me about the rabbits, George.

Nope, nobody nowhere.


Madder than Byron


Every great fortune

builds to a great tragedy.

I was born to die.


Doubleplus Goodness


Small mercies –

remembering the future.

Such a great sadness.


The End


The End is the end.

It’s the last failure of life

to live up to expectations.






all’s magical

in the land of Oz



flatus, afflatus.

Who indeed does it the best,

pops off the best?

I am sorry. I am the worst.

I am the worst of the worst.


To do a haiku

or not to do a haiku –

that is the question.


Red flowering gum,

and down below, a red car.

To hell with it all,

let’s go to town and upset

the local constabulary.


nihilism, mysticism.

beginnings to tripping

the light fantastic.


Some, such as I, stand

firm to the glass, seeing through

the glass darkly.


Alive with potency,

farther now is a new day.

It is early morning.

To perchance dream up a dream,

I awoke and thought to think.


too far away

clouds veil the heaven

that you represent






The Greatest Show

of a Bad Hand



orange crush

blancmange

how I feel

effervescence

suppressed


orange dawn light

orange streetlight

the moon and morning star

together late

and bright


Buzzing, buzzing, being.

Be the bee, become the bee.

Believe, be, belong.



A crow calls out

unseen over the trees

and the townhouses.


A gawky galah goes

a grass patch on a spare block –

a flash of alarm


birds in cages

move lonely me to tears –

unspoken words



mercy, merde.*

mix-up, mess-up.

I am shit hot.

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* Modesty is not a virtue.

- Aristotle






Addictions, additions



A seagull cries out

above me, turns around

and flies off crying.


Never change –

my mother to me

on her deathbed.



A gecko crept up

barefooted me last night –

bare skin on bare skin.

I stomped my foot and threw

down whatever the thing was.


Love reduces down,

down to the pearl in the shell –

follow through is all

part and parcel of the game,

the thrill of the chase, the chance.



What is wrong with me?

I feel like death warmed up,

animalistic.


Jesus Effing Christ.

Pearls before the prudes.

Good art is bad ass.


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