Spaceship Earth
Time was
When the world
Stopped moving
Silently in space
Our great spaceship
Lost her bearing to the sun
And was moored
In a hellish place.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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Summer 2010, Victoria
Deaths and blighted dreams
the regrowth seems almost obscene,
too green
as if we could forget
Black Friday, Ash Wednesday, Black Saturday.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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The Big Boy
Ha Ha Ha
Mr Dummy
when you lose money
it's called capitalism
how markets work
when I lose money
the Fed props me up
to preserve the markets.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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The Last Word
Oftentimes
Envision hell
In our soft
Comfortable lives
Without thought
For those suffering.
Our romantic angst
Is small
To the task
At hand.
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The Witch Hunt
You can get me
to plead guilty
to the most heinous
crimes
retract
everything I stood for
but despite your power
you'll never change
who I am.
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There's A Place
Endless fields
of golden daffodils
swaying to the babbling brook
flowing beneath
the weeping willows
my mind wanders
to another
darker place.
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I Wish
I wish I had
a heart
as big as Phar Lap
the courage
of Don Bradman
fight
like Les Darcy
or half the dash
of Ned Kelly
what a man
I would be.
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Death
The point
of no return
the death mask
stark
against the pillow's white
did I catch a glimpse
of a dove taking flight,
I'd like to think so.
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The Road To Calvary
God,
you can't mention Jesus
without offending somebody.
Christ, be careful
they'll nail you
to the cross
like old roadkill
on the fence post.
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Black Saturday
The silence of the bushfires
after the roar
the odd splash of orange licks
in the black and grey scenes
of nuclear Armageddon
without the bomb.
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