David Prater edits Cordite from Melbourne, Australia. His frequently-updated blog is Davey Dreamnation. 

 

 

 

 

 

silver & rock-it

 

down by the neon-lit pachinko parlour stands

silver out on brain patrol dosed on benzos &

his flowering love watching rock-it sock it to

the slots is he boy or astroboy silver ponders

hmmm allow me placing a hand on rock-it's

little inner thigh oh pressure hang on rock-it

says stop why this can't be right muses wily old

silver pushing his hand between the trembling

legs of rock-it ah socket seeking searching a

pocket for his own rocket surely such a little

one must have a name yes rock-it whispers

rock-it no says silver you are my little rocket

you're just for me but none of his christmases

 

came at all & neither did he i booked him for

indecent composure & cuffed his tagging hand

to the nearest slot-machine while rock-it watched

bemusedly keep an eye on this one i said he's

mean & as the rain sluiced down the windows

like piss i heard the ball bearings gushing from

the slots & hitting the cement so hard they made

the old parlour tremble just like aftershocks

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"flat out on a highway lined with dim stars"
 

dim walkable shady streets lined with visiting movie stars
we decided to check out that highway beyond charlton flat

an apartment house for dim birds dart in and out bright-eyed
blue-lined flowers shine tiny stars in their new star patterns

in 2002 when i saw a dim flat i left highway 16 heading out
i got out and stood out with all of these stars & told her flat

flat out on the side of the highway my wacky lights went dim
i didn't feel like hanging out anyway i had another job lined up

the stars disappeared like a picture of a highway flowing on
her eyeliner then with the breath he let out his dim headlights

barely illuminated they are dim he bee-lined it straight up
road barriers on the highway the flats just looked like stars

I could not make it the sky that hosted thousands of stars
both bright & dim well-equipped keeping its body pressed flat

on the sector of highway stands out a small, flat dim interior
pushing along we are a non-profit organization based on snow

globes of stars the highway noise is awful she says, "dim your
lights" the camping area to our left the flat the main street lined

the sky is filled with stars between forest belts, small, flat sky
loaded with stars i can back out and motor home in dim sections

sections of the highway pot holed lined earth, adult-huge
i remember chill, and the stars sidewalks, tucked in fur-lined

my roommate saw three stars dim, followed by another dim star
moving slowly out on john fitch highway away to form the stars

light to illuminate the dim each time i drag out what i believe
iowa is flat between limestone bluffs lined the highway winds

sky witnessed from highways is consistent with "twinkling" stars
i could make out her tone was flat the sun seemed suddenly dim

everything in sight looks really dim." "yeah, eclipse from now
the stars booth-lined, wood stuffed indian flat breads make love

but the real stars are in town to find dim traffic behind us lined
i drink half the flat the sparkles of countless stars laughed out loud

soul on a desert highway maybe i would dim the flames burning
that highway world was not flat the lead-lined light, blue stars ...

slicked streets glow dim these images could be stars next year
two dim ufos flew into a 360, in the east turning off highway 101

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

we will disappear

 

then they tell you time's running out

& the streetlights never cease to fail

westbound heads the morning sun

outside there's a funeral procession

 

& the streetlights never cease to fail

consider me a national holiday baby

outside there's a funeral procession

millions now living will never die

 

consider me a national holiday baby

wandering on & into that great kiosk

millions now living will never die

the disappearance of our mothers

 

wandering on & into that great kiosk

you know disappear you know cease

the disappearance of our mothers

they just lost the fight you've got to

 

you know disappear you know cease

give up breathing you know snuff it 

they just lost the fight you've got to

simply disappear (you'll know when to

 

give up breathing you know snuff it 

let go of that) the next time life enters

simply disappear (you'll know when to

your hands like bolts of pure mourning

 

let go of that) the next time life enters

don't let go of anything that sounds like

your hands like bolts of pure mourning

a funeral procession or a dripping tap

 

don't let go of anything that sounds like

we will disappear they're waiting for us

a funeral procession or a dripping tap

watch the stars set hollowly over us

 

we will disappear they're waiting for us

you'll see a blue whale & inside it me

watch the stars set hollowly over us

then we'll all disappear in the sea

 

you'll see a blue whale & inside it me

then they tell you time's running out

then we'll all disappear in the sea

westbound heads the morning sun