Diary of a Bastard.

His need for her might be based

Upon misconceptions, variables

Of both time and obviously of place

He knew a girl once in a southern town

Black hair and she smelled like tarragon

Took her to a loft overlooking the bay

Felt her insides like white fish

And decided this was not the way

Met Roxanna and danced the night away

Next day awoke to find she was a he

Now that's no way for adults to play

Unless they're both consenting

Then there was that girl in Padua

Who cooked the best Matriciana ever

Pity she was so bad in bed

He thinks of all the lovers he has had

In countries free and forewarned

He can't think of a more appropriate bride

Than the one that's close to hand.

© shaun patrick green 2012

Crocodile Park

Saw them sunk in their pens

3 to 4 meter long man-eaters

Ancient offspring of the dinosaurs

True survivors of mass extinction

They are ambush predators

Waiting in the shallows

With senses so attuned

They can tell from your footsteps

Vibrating through the earth into water

Exactly how far away and where you are

Though they are still dumb animals

Tempted for tourists by pieces of meat

Hauled out on lines into the lagoon

Still sudden death is intimated

By the earnest guide who has come close

To losing limbs or digits once or twice

Once fed they settle back into the ooze

To produce more wallets, burgers

And high price handbags

Though their forbears out there

Might bristle at the misuse

© shaun patrick green 2012

Coup de Art (for Spook)

If I stayed in here, confined

Bottled as you will - I might become

One of these paintings,

Risk you take when you live with an artist.

So many images to choose from:

The Boggle Eyed Mao with flacid penis decoration

Communist Train Girl selling her fruits and beers

The Communist party meeting with scorpions and

Smoke haze converging the hidden mountains

The lassitudinous positioning

Of the well hung Kangaroo

Amanda Vandstone shooting her poisonous tits at us

I mean, mate, what are we to make of that?

Corporate takeover my friend.

We with our billions now control you

Fuck your paintings because we will

Rebuy them and Repaint them!

Fuck Fred Williams and Russell Drysdale

They were crap anyway

So lets make them go large

Like main screen in Fed Square

With grafitti art over the top

With audience participation

Lets deface these icons of Australian art

Oh sorry - not deface

But re-interpret

And the souls of people like McCubbin

Are yours to throw around like paper machete.

© Shaun Patrick Green 2012