From Father To Son

From father to son we carry it on

Fanatical about sport and drink

From father to son we carry it on

Dangerous to feel or to think

From father to son we carry it on

This ability to live with self-loathing

From father to son we carry it on

This lack of capacity for loving

From father to son we carry it on

Chasing death with a greyhound’s speed

From father to son we carry it on

Emptiness, acquisitiveness and greed

From father to son we carry it on

This fatal aptitude for war

From father to son we carry it on

Woman is either mother or whore

From father to son we carry it on

The void at the centre of our being

From father to son we carry it on

Fucking and fighting without seeing

From father to son we carry it on

White-anting the next generation

From father to son we carry it on

Denigrating their aspirations

From father to son we carry it on

This fear, this hate, this dread

From father to son we carry it on

Long after either is dead

© shaun patrick green 2015

Life Style Choices (for Tony Abbott)

Choosing to live

In glossy magazines

Or taking retirement

By the rolling sea

Bears nothing to the tie

To Land felt by our

First Nations

There is no choice

The land is sacred

Spirit formed

These people are bound

To their patch of dirt

Which you stole from them

And now you want

Occupancy justified

By earning wages

Like the white invaders

Who imported a culture

Utterly alien

To their creed?

They will hate your IKEA

Burn your House and Garden
Smash your housing policy

Hose down your liberal ardour

So what’s left?

White supremacy?

You tried that

It left an odious legacy

© shaun patrick green 2015

Bad Behaviour

You forgot to mow your lawn

Not that bad

Woke at 9am with a yawn

Not that bad
Last night was a blast

Not that bad

Can’t find the keys to the car

Not that bad

Eggs and bacon for breakfast

Not that bad

Afternoon delight with the missus

Not that bad

A gathering sense of warning

Not that bad

Tony Abbott is dismissive

Not that bad

Hockey says tax cuts undelivered

Not that bad

Taking Candy from liberal babies

Not that bad

Assaulting rich old ladies

Not that bad

Messing with Medicare

Not that bad

Spending 4 billion on defence

Not that bad

Keeping children in detention

Not that bad

Keeping anyone in detention

Not that bad

You’re not that bad

As far as bad is understood

The worst you ever did

Was pretend that you were good

© shaun patrick green 2015

Surgery.

Tomorrow my wife

Goes under the knife again

Well used to wielding it

In a world of men

Now she relies on them

To complete her femininity

The irony is not lost on her

Nor is the spectre of cancer

It has drifted into our lives

Like a distant relative

Over staying its welcome

I will mollify our child

Well trained in bedside manner

Perhaps more so than most doctors

They will poke and prod her

Consider the volume of her drains

I will tend and mend

Bring her toothpaste, magazines

Her chest a battleground

For forces microscopic, unseen
All of us willing her
Through the strength of our love
To make the world a better place
As it is below, so it is above

© shaun patrick green 2015

The Music Mafia.

They are the music mafia

Look out coz they might getcha

So underground you don’t see

The beards for the bodyshirts

Tight pants and suit jackets

Stroking chins and looking down

On your choices for JJJ’s Hottest 100

No Taylor Swift will convince you

That Father John Misty is

The best thing to happen to music

-Ever-
That Jack White is a Genius
As is Kurt Vile and Tex Perkins
Is the sexiest man in rock and roll

How do I know?

I used to be one of them

But I turned informant

Now I live under witness protection

In suburbs far from the live music scene

Black jeans and pointy shoes

Side burns and roll your own cigarettes

I am just another schmuck like you

Listening to 104.9Hitz FM

© shaun patrick green 2015

What is said and done.

What is said is said

What is done is done

There’s no going back

We can’t turn and run

The soul is laid bare

The truth will have out

When flesh is stripped

Bones leave no doubt

We tear at each other

Like dogs in a cage

Character assassins

Emboldened by rage

Love turns to loathing

Loathing turns to pity

We spiral down

Like rain in the city

Last night was brutal

Less brutal than most

You said I was a cheat

I felt like a ghost

The wine in your veins

Took hold of your tongue

Talking like a tramp

Strangling your young

You’ll kill what you love

Just to get some peace

Repeating the cycle

Of obsession and release

What is done is said

What is said is done

A trail of victims

Two cowards, one gun

© shaun patrick green 2015

Love and Antioxidants.

Raging upon waking

Our daughter wages war

Upon a material world

Not of her making

Brought into it like

A pretzel through a sieve

She has only to live

Despite her mother’s cancer
Apostrophe indicating

We “own” our cancers

But instead our cancers “own” us

Kind of like pets, or children

Which begs the question:

Are our offspring actually

Tumours externalised?

In lieu of an answer

We wage war with her

Wrestling with nectarines

Apple grenades sent flying

Pear pieces spying

Is all this fruit overkill?

We eat her blue berries

Needing the antioxidants

More than she ever will

© shaun patrick green 2015