Great Brown Land

Great Brown Land

Travelling this wide open road,

A wound slashed ‘pon the earth.

Roadside trees dusted with dirt,

Rusted delicate sculptures.

Marbles of rock fling with a zing,

Bouncing before joining their brethren again.

The coppery earth crunches ‘neath rubber,

Throwing up plumes of dust.

The spinifex sprouts in spurts,

Rooted deep into earth hard and dry.

The clouds above are yellow and grey,

Brushstrokes on a canvass blue.

The sun is kind at this time of day,

Before it’s rise to a higher power.

Ranges in the distance, grey and hazy,

A teasing mirage of a cool, wet ocean.

The air is dry, the dirt is dry,

Everything is dry,

Especially the flies.

They buzz incessantly,

Their fervour increased,

In their search for moisture.

Eyes, nose, mouth, ears,

The sweat of any man or beast.

And where the land has escaped man’s hand

It’s beautiful.

By J. Barrett

It's Just a Dream

It’s Just a Dream


She lays on her back,
And dreams in the day,
Watching clouds swirl up high.
Blades of grass stab her gently,
Leaving marks on her skin.
It’s a welcome feeling.
She lays on her back,
And dreams of the day,
When all of her worries,
Will just drift softly away.

By J. Barrett

Scars

Scars

Those scars on your heart,

From all of the breaks.

Those marks on your back,

From all of the knives.

All those new pieces of you,

You’ve collected in life.

Know that you’ve grown,

From the aching and pain.

By J. Barrett

World Wide Fart

World Wide Fart

Imagine all the laughter we’d start if,

Everyone in the world suddenly farted!

It wouldn’t matter you were having a bad day,

That trumpet tooting sound you would smile it away.

People would walk laughing and holding their nose,

And all the little girls would say “Ew, that’s so gross!”

Imagine if everyone parmped in their pants,

Dropped one in their drawers,

Smelt it and dealt it,

And claimed it was yours.

If they broke wind in the water,

Or let one rip in a river,

And watched as it bubbled up,

And went pop! with a satisfied shiver.

Imagine if everyone farted at once,

And it echoed around the Earth,

Sure it might just pong a bit,

But it’d be worth it to see ‘em all laugh.

By J. Barrett

Life Cycles in Circles

Life Cycles in Circles

I’m at the bottom of a circle,

Where nothing seems to be going right,

Where everything is fucked in my life,

But everything cycles in circles.

I just need to wait to be at the top again,

For this cycle to run around,

To get to the top where it all goes right, and then,

I’ll be happy with where I am,

What I’m doing,

And who it is I am.

But until then I just need to accept,

That life cycles in circles.

By J. Barrett

And Stop

And Stop

I haven’t worked in 18 months,

I don’t even write anymore.

This cough won’t leave my chest, and

My mind is so fucking sore.

I put all my eggs in one basket,

Was on a promise that never came.

I’m despaired and don’t know what to do,

Except hold myself to blame.

I look for love in all the wrong places,

Instead of letting it come to me.

My efforts are wasted on wanting,

I should be giving my love unto me.

My life has hit a big brick wall,

Without any view to the top.

And this, the first thing I’ve written,

Be better if everything just stopped.

By J. Barrett

Hungry For It

Hungry For It

I know we’ve only just seen each other,

but I’d be lying if I said

I wasn’t already thinking

about having you inside me;

To feel you deep inside,

Filling me

Warming me

Satiating me.

My groan comes from deep inside,

A wanting

A needing

of having

You.

I lick my painted lips,

Anticipating;

What it would feel like.

Would you be as good as you look?

Because you look so, mmmmmm;

Tasty.

I want to take you in my hands

Right here;

In front of everyone;

But I’m not one to make a scene.

I want to feel your warmth,

to run my tongue over you,

to feel every texture;

I want to taste you!

You’re right there, in front of me,

Testing my patience,

Filling me with urges

that I’m struggling to hold back.

Your juices,

I’m sure they’re the sweetest thing

I will ever taste.

The length of you,

I’m sure I can handle.

If we were alone right now,

I would do things to you,

that I would enjoy,

probably more than you.

But that’s what you’re here for;

For me.

Just me.

I stare at you longingly;

How much longer do I have to wait,

To feel you in me,

Satiating me,

Filling me,

Satisfying me.

Your creamy skin glistens;

One nibble and you’ll pop,

oozing your juices down my chin.

I can’t take this much longer,

I can’t take this at all!

My knuckles are white,

Anticipating.

You’ve seduced me long enough,

I’m steaming as much as you are.

I’m ready to have you,

On your bed

of steaming mash.

Gravy dribbled over you

like a silken sheet.

Where’s that waiter with my damn fork!?

By J. Barrett