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Another strange Australian animal …

In Uncategorized on December 18, 2014 at 7:10 pm

Numb-bats

Body artfully draped

Wrist carefully exposed

Window opened just a little

A late night pose

.

Trap wary

though jaded

Set the scene

Lure them in

.

Room ransacked

Car carjacked

Best of all that morning

Feelings stolen away

.

Cheap furry buddhas

Bodhi-bat-vas

Take away nirvahna

Delivered every night

.

Take it all away.

Other scary Australian fauna

In Uncategorized on December 14, 2014 at 9:28 am

Oh yes, in Australia there are giant spiders and massive sharks and millions of crocodiles and venomous snakes, but there are other things too, disquieting in their own way …

1. Womb-bats

The dry evening scurry

Falling leaves

Crackling open before

They hit the ground.

Tiny, not unnoticed as they swarm,

but unmentioned in polite company.

Huge amniotic eyes take in

the miracle of the world

each night.

Before the dawn,

unborn

Rustle along the sheets

A slight disturbance,

a shifting of knees

A minor annoyance

at the early morning turn,

the slight parting

as they enter

to nestle in.

2. Wombats

Wombats are big furry buggers that look like a giant crawling teddy bear and the unsuspecting say “oh cute, so cute” until they turn and outrun your wife and trip her over and you keep running you coward because you have soiled yourself you are so scared, they just keep running and you hear your wife scream because it has stopped now, only a fallen victim will stop it, and you hear it, you hear her flesh being torn, it makes a ripping sound, and you cannot ever forgive yourself but you also hate her a little bit forever, because she cannot forgive you, and it is no consolation that the wombat does not eat the flesh, it tears and nuzzles for a moment then returns to its business, it does not eat her because it is a herbivore, but it rips her because it is a nasty big furry bugger, and it could answer the question if it could speak, it could tell you if your wife tastes like chicken, because it has tasted both even though it does not swallow, but even if it spoke, you would be too chicken shit to ask, you gutless wonder.  The relief you felt when she fell.

Repeating others and myself …

In Uncategorized on December 9, 2014 at 3:18 pm

It has been at least a year since I quoted this here, so time to do it again:

Horace Tott spent an uneventful life in Cheshire always intending to write a large book on English magic, but never quite beginning. And so he died at seventy-four, still imagining he might begin next week, or perhaps the week after that.

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, Susanna Clarke