Re:moving

I’m shifting the furniture of my mind,

breaking the bed that offers no respite,

getting rid of the mouldy couch the god sleeps on,

I’m throwing the tellie that’s stuck on reruns.

 

&  tonight, when the neighbours are within themselves,

I’ll set fire to all the dusty bookshelves.

 

Soon I’ll be left with just

white walls & bleached tiles.

            Like a vacant womb, a tabula rasa.

 


First published as Removal in Windmills, Issue 8, November 2011

The Frequency of God

At a trash ‘n’ treasure market,

in an average town,

an old radio

encased in bakelite.

 

Plugged in &

waiting for the valves to warm

I took to the dial with a frothing sense of urgency,

twisting past horse races & rock & roll,

past right wing commentary,

           searching for the frequency of God,

long lost in digital audio,

           sure to be found

in the silver soldered

magic of a romanticised time.

 

           & there

at the end

of the amplitude modulated band,

.                        megahertz away from any generic noise,

.            a perfect silence.

 


Published in Windmills, Fifth Edition, November 2010

Published in Best Australian Poems 2011

Published in Notes for Translators 2012, December 2012

Published on robbiecoburn.com

fast food

the migraine visions

ludovican imagery

rapid fire persuasion

commercials selling a

united state

the great amerigan dream

fast food

the right to bear

arms with hollywood tattoos

sponsored by life in a can

be all that you can

rape land without reservation

only history changes

oh say can you see

by the dawn’s neon light

one small step for man

one big mac for mankind

 


First published in Velour, October 2011

 

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