Author Archives: montecyril

Let that creepy Alb lose his bulb! If he is Albo, GET LOST! Go!  Make Labor get no arbor of a harbour! Teach the cheaters and beat them out with eggbeaters! Let them have the debases in their faces! Bodygrabber, Bah Allah and you on your knees! I am a sinew of a Jew! I don’t need crustaceans, even a few! That fucked Albanese is getting in all thoseContinue reading “I want all Australians to desperately call on and seek Sussan!: A poem “

Is this a cultivation of culture? Is this the clutter of cutlery and cooker? Is this the rip of rupture? Is this the utter of time’s daughter? Is this a river of whispers? Is this a cusp of shivers? Is this a fit of fevers? Is this a fault of fractures? Is this a gathering of grave diggers? A cricket of overs? A livery of livers? AContinue reading “What did I seek to say and ask to stay….?:A poem “

I don’t need your fucking falsehoods, your fagotty figs  Your piddly potion of poison paying me with pain  Your dish of devious design, no delicatessen, but dregs  I am subject to a stitch of tyranny added with taint  You can take away this tarnish of trauma off my taste   Get Lost! Get Lost! Withdraw this waste around my waist!  Or I’ll pulverise youContinue reading “Fuck off Centrelink! You pretentious pimps!: A poem “

I remember the salubrious fruits we shared  in our little thatched home in a forest in the foothills Our exile did not recluse us like hermits, but we were  adored by gatherings of all the lovely animals  in a cohabitation, likened to the meeting of unicorn and lion  And we shared honey with the bears,Continue reading “Sita, must we remember only to forget?: A poem  “

I just think of Spica, how she rolls  into the morning sky, like a bright  princess; And I am torn between my   obligations to others, and duties to  myself. It doesn’t inflame my   desperation, but lights up my sublimity  But I must feel love for my own earth  gifted to me by Virgo, and as much love  the Agni that was causedContinue reading “I must, first, worship in my own temples: A poem “

(Fuck off Prakash Saint Paul! You are fish, not fire, earth or air!)  I didn’t have the patience, at any point in my life, to watch sunrise or sunset  They were not enigmatic to me, the pictures of the world darkening or lightening  I didn’t even relish the subtleties or outpourings of nature, as much as I wondered  in a fantasy of creation; enlivening charactersContinue reading “Just without myself and within myself: A poem “

Elon Musk, I want to free you of evil PSP’s rust!  He always grinds my steel and concrete to dust  He is so spidery, he tries to morph into the sun  Such that your endeavour can’t be won!  But I won’t let him bag the Sun or Mars  Even if he carjacks all my Mum’s cars!  I’ll smote him every time, dear Musk,  spearContinue reading “Elon Musk, I want to free you off evil PSP’s rust!: A poem “

I’ve been walking with a sickle  clearing the undergrowth  to pave the way for destiny  I don’t want to marry the moon  to be my providence,  smiling villainously at me,  like blood on my hands.  I won’t leave (I know who is) my true consort and   soulmate behind, even though  I’ve often had to relinquish love  for its own survival; all the gold  of encumbrancesContinue reading “Clearing the pathway for destiny: A poem “