Metung

Town of East Gippsland famous for its hot springs and bismuth mine. A hot spot for retirees attracted to the promise of soothing sulphurous waters and cheap bismuth.

Poem rewritten without coffee

[1] Poem written without coffee with a pen running out of ink will be dull and invisible like this simile. Like coffee the inkless nib leaves an impression, albeit more or less permanent - i.e. unlike the nib coffee's imprint is as if a fingernail was pressed to your arm, whereas the nib's print you see as long as you pay attention to it, though it may be centuries before it becomes re-revealed under ultraviolet. So too coffee fades with the day, only to reassert its self later in bed, when you cannot sleep but for thinking how to rework this poem. Poem written without coffee is not diuretic but I can only make so many lines run on without it. Without ink this pen comes to an end doing what it did best, to eke what mark it could. If this pen had a cup of coffee, the ink might flow. This pen is dehydrated, it has run out of juice. I cannot rehydrate it my glass of water is of no use - ink is oil-based, decanted at Altona, freighted through the night to specialist chemists to dilute, titrate, tint etc. They drink coffee in their laboratory or take no-doz which does not precipitate so many visits to the lavatory. Without ink how am I going to write this poem without coffee? Poem written without coffee won't inhibit iron uptake. My handwriting looks neat this pome must be compleat I should make a cup of coffee. Inkless nib and coffee are waves that cancel each other out or compound amplitude according to their phase. Coffee: A pastoral - a mild imitation like chicory, which has its own great taste better than the original, or just as bitter at least... The elipsis is someone who won't drink water without cordial, who drinks instant with sugar when thirsty, who pisses more than he drinks. I must stay moist. With this water shall mine kidneys keep flushed. If you keep walking over the same spot you kill what's underfoot, you create a path. If I write over the same word, though not following the exact same track, with or without ink I will wear through this paper. Piss is thought so I take a piss then make myself a coffee. [2] Poem written making coffee composed in my head anticipating a poem written with coffee with a pen that works, works? I finished this. By the stove a shopping list. I took a sip, added sugar. Hot it is. To be a reply. Thought making this orange Charmander mug of joe I keep sipping of how Adam fought with his daughter - not fought, struggled - as they walked. Poem written with coffee focuses more on the coffee. Who can say? I go looking for a biscuit. There's another in the pot. There are none. A narrow path through regrowth identifying iron bark by the texture of its bark - thick, split, black. Poem written with coffee is a little less worried about being dull. My glass is empty. Soon I will have to piss and go shopping. Poem written with coffee has random-ish lines - not so much non sequiturs as dislocated rejoinders. Poem written with coffee wants to keep going but I won't let it it says. Now it is an it it seems - it it it it it... I think you are right we should get another cup. Poem wants more coffee. Reads the news. Yesterday. What happened to my poem without coffee, can I work on it with coffee? Wool, said the poem. Cotton. That was when we climbed The Monk. [3] I got another cup of coffee. And changed pens. And changed pens. You noticed. Poem written with another coffee in a different pen, in red, I am soon rewriting in blue talks to itself and is bitter, like this coffee. Why the change of tack? Would you call it that, tack? Can you build over two titles? A sleeping living side and a plumbed one. Plums. Plum trees down our side if the camelias die. I am not keeping track of every thought for you, said the poem. Poem written with another coffee leaves an aftertaste cooler, went down quick I need a glass of water What will happen to the rest of the day? Maybe more. Poem written with another coffee creates indecisions, opens diversions. It did end up dull. It became one of those drug excursions the Lizard King got so fond of. I need a glass of water and a piss. It seems to curl in on itself like a screwy old solipsist's false serendipity - I take a quick shit, this poem has run out... where? The window probably. If I were to chase it I'd come back home with a bunch of stuff from the op shop like a large orange hat slash cat cubby slash giant cabbage moth egg. Poem written with another coffee just makes my head feel tight. Poem written with another coffee becomes gibberish and/or garble as radio at the other end of the house does. Poem written with another coffee makes me forget things - the invisible ink, the invisible poem. The postman comes to mind, 'Is this what you do all day?' Dehydration begins well and truly before you piss. I have phone calls to make [4] cryptic assessment: Poem with too much coffee ends as a series of tos and fros frustrated at a call to Nth Rd Medical Clinic for results on which the receptionist says the doctor wrote, No Action. Poem rewritten without or with coffee comes unto an end soon enough. All of this to be rewritten? Poem written with coffee has indents to lose.

coffee icecream sunset

Suds Corp's big blue roof needs a clean.
What goes on at Woofers World?
You drop your dog off first thing, go to work then pick it up in the afternoon and it can sit, play dead, fry you an egg, take out the rubbish.
Car Servicing & You has a strange logo.

explosions

Hanukah fireworks in Caulfield Park
reverberated off the school building
the boy tossed and groaned and kicked his sheets
turned on his light and cursed
I left him to it
what could I have said
there is nothing you can do about it?
fireworks don't last forever?
soon enough they stopped
he settled back down
fruit bats bickered in the sheoak out front
later a helicopter flew over
the wind picked up
I rewrote this in the past tense
tomorrow was school camp

You're signed out. Sign back in?

Rusty and Terri an item,
who would've known?
Steve Irwin's widow
and the fluctuating bulk.
From nasty skinhead
to overprotective dad
bigger than a bus,
seduced by Hugo
Weaving - no, Genevieve Picot -
Gladiator, Maximus Heft.
Looking at Russ
that Daily Mail photo
on Hotmail news
was taken ages ago.
Is it a fabrication
can it be true, who
invented this combination
this morning, for you?
Crocodile Huntress, Maximus Flock
Velveteen Rabbit
The Incredible Hock,
at their wedding
will Elton John play
Crocodile Rock?
Throwback to Kangaroo Carey
aboard the captain's wife.
Stingray, oh stingray
this is your Life.

because syntax!

Book scorpions are the best/worst thing to happen to books, because book scorpions!

Thus opens an article about lactating pseudoscorpions published in 2014 by a Scientific American blog. Its construction was popular at the time, because, possibly, TV show? Trends come and go, because trends! Only four years on and it's nigh on nonsensical.

vocab

I asked him why he liked pugs.
'Pugs are really derpy.'
That meant nothing to me.
'You know how their eyes bug out,
that's really derp'.

Moment is the word of the moment

No, she never had this number.

- Hello.
- Helloooo. Is Amy there at all?
- I think you might have the wrong number.
- Oh, she's probably changed her number then. Thank you.
- Bye.

competitive eatings

broccoli
cabbage
rice
dirt
leaves
dry biscuits
cloth
boots
brussel sprouts
alfalfa
panadol
cars

what kind of apocalypse would you choose?

chicken apocalypse

Top-selling blurbs

This book was really, really hard to read. I couldn't get past the first chapter.

I really didn't like this book. It was boring and hard to read.

Things Scooby Doo doesn't do that regular dogs do do

Bark
Shit on nature strips
Cock leg, piss on a post
Run to other dogs
Sniff butts
Goose
Eat shit
Roll in shit
Drink water from a bowl

What Westpac does

He can't seem to log in.

• The person on the roof is homeless. The bank is rescuing the homeless person. That is what banks do, they rescue homeless people. 
• The person was made homeless by a natural disaster, a massive chocolate milk-coloured flood. Global warming increases the risk of floods. This is what banks do, they save us from global warming.
• Westpac is helping save the homeless and fight global warming.
• This poster is everywhere in wake of the Banking Royal Commission. 
• If I was a graffitiing man I’d write, I feel sorry for you. Or, You don't have to lie anymore, or Fair enough, you deserve a tax cut, or Save the Homeless Helicopters.

donut hypocrisy

At Southland, the day after I said I would never eat a donette ever, I took at least one bite out of each of these little donuts. The Aussie yellow one tasted of pineapple flavour, the purple one of grape. This was the Donut King's doing.

feminine diminutive

This is a picture of a Donette, a Crunch Donette, lifted from the Hostess Cakes website. I saw my first packet of these yesterday at the counter of Ripponlea IGA upon a box of Twinkies. I remember Twinkies from ads in Mickey Mouse comics, trying to work out what they were, something mysterious and creme-filled. When I went to the internet I searched for Donutettes, which exist as a word on bulimia sites, but Google corrected me and directed me to the right product. I will never buy these ever.

Year of the blog

Here's a fun game, type a word, any word, into an address bar and add the extension .blogspot.com

For example, "horse" = http://horse.blogspot.com.au/. The blog's name is Horse. The first and last post is: Horse. And it was posted by Jeanette, October 20, 2000, year of the blog.

Or try ice cream, http://icecream.blogspot.com.au/
Or Erik's two-poster http://famous.blogspot.com.au/
Or http://rockmusic.blogspot.com.au/ as curated by "The Janitor" (his follow up blog, I like cheese, was hijacked by porn).
For a calmer introduction to cheese, be sure to visit http://cheese.blogspot.com.au/.

Teens of the early 2000s, this is your legacy. From the bedrooms and high school computer labs of America you colonised the blogosphere, driven to complete your English assignment to 'start your own blog' and in so doing stake the online foundations of your generation. As Erin, creator of http://tree.blogspot.com.au/ once wrote:

SUNDAY, MAY 13, 2001
This is my first post. I kinda want to see how everything works and then try to move it to my own site.
POSTED BY ERIN AT 5:04 AM

dead blog-o-rama

Sampson Starkweather

I check the Ploughshares blog quite often

No posts.

I also love Julia Cohen’s blog

This blog is open to invited readers only. It doesn't look like you have been invited to read this blog.

Another blog that I can’t stop reading is Joe Massey’s LiveJournal
This journal has been deleted and purged. You can rename your account with this username.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/articles/68928/poetry-blog-o-rama

will blog for goat's milk

Goat's milk is great. It tastes awesome. I much prefer drinking a glass of goat's milk to cow's milk. It's smooth and delicious, but it's so expensive, four times as much as ordinary milk. I only used to buy it when it was a day away from its use by date and discounted by the IGA half price or more. But that supermarket has stopped stocking goat's milk. And I've never seen it reduced at Safeway, except for today, 30 cents off, so I got me some of the delicious lactose-less ambrosia of goat - four dollars for one litre. I hope some day that I may get the opportunity to write unmitigatedly positive copy for the goat dairy industry, extolling the health and taste virtues of goat's milk with genuine admiration in return for a cheeky free litre or two a week.

two weeks or so ago

- Hello.
- This is Claire. I'm calling about the quote for the white Ford Focus.
- The quote for what, sorry?
- The Focus, the white Ford Focus.
- I think you have the wrong number.
- Really? Sorry, sorry.
- That's OK.

Apricot

Manchurian, manchurian, manchurian pear
deciduous ornamental, landscaper's dream,
true weed - the neighbours' and their friends compare
each other's 'pears'. If they actually were pears,
if possums ate their leaves, blossoms, fruit,
I would not give a rat's for their ubiquity.

research into actors named Custard

There are two actors with the surname Custard on imdb,
Virgil and Dylan Leonte. Virgil Custard appeared in the Custard Nine (1921)
a typical laugh at black people short. But that you won't find on imdb.
Dylan Leonte Custard is a reality TV actor it seems
but I went no further.

research

There are things we no longer need to ask one another
such as questions that relate to Mr T
e.g.: What's Mr T's real name?
or: Is Mr T the actor of eyebrows?
or: Was Mr T at Nancy Reagan's funeral?
or: Did Mr T have his own breakfast cereal?
because they are generally unanswerable
without resorting to the internet.

Was Mr T at Nancy Reagan's funeral?
It's in the Sunday Herald Sun March 13, 2016
(in the photo his forehead has softened)
but I am not going to ask the internet
what Mr T has for breakfast.
This is why I asked you what a cis-man is.

mystery

If I search for 'St Kilda riot' the Herald Sun paywall lets me read this for free:
www.heraldsun.com.au/news/law-order/wild-brawl-at-st-kilda-fast-food-restaurant/news-story/bf2df0f815f7351ca438a8cc05b59c2a


But if I search for 'St Kilda beach trashed' the Herald Sun paywall says to read this, I have to subscribe:

www.heraldsun.com.au/news/law-order/st-kilda-beachgoers-cause-drunken-chaos-on-christmas-night/news-story/b62a76ef55a2bcfb8ddc96c8a611f3ba

I guess you get what you get and you don't get upset.

11 am

dense cicada cadence ends