Live Footage - 3 poems on PBS FM radio

Just 3 poems/songy things live accapella on a spoken word special for local Melbourne, (Aus) radio station PBS 106.7 Fm - Fresh Produce. Enjoy!


1. Natures Butter:

Whenever Im feeling particularly anxious about something,
I go to the supermarket and shoplift avocados with no subtlety at all
I stand in line in my tight white top with a large bulge on my shoulder and two and my hip
and try and act smoooooothhhh as fuck
Then by the time I get back home
The shoplifting anxiety has outweighed the old problem..
and im feeling fine again
:)

2. Coming Clean:

Demo with music here if ya dig it :) >> https://soundcloud.com/jackyt/coming-clean-up-for-48hrs-only

Ive got..

A southern cross tat on the back of my ballsack
I thought I could tuck my pride between my legs then
Only then did a friend see my true blue colours again
And ask me
where I was headed?
Let it be said I had no answers
Ashamed on stage - a lack of rhythm like a dancer
Who fancies his footwork over any real legwork… ha
It hurts
Oh it hurts to be told that you wrong
When you fight for the right with every song
So long pride, let it glide out my commodore window
And watch it grow into something better yo
So proud to be eloquent – whatever that means
Ill wear the days rays and tight old jeans
look green with my team of young men like me who think answers come clean

Fight it out under a city scape, wishing I had it in me to hate
A tendency for shit talking. confuse your radar
So never pinned on what I believe – ahhh ha
Which way is up? And how can you get through to me
I let my flag tag balls swing low low low low
and tell a story of coming clean
(for once)

Verse 2
Ahhhh but unfortunately,
the force that we be and perceive
are on two different wave lengths
(hard to tap in and see enslavement when ya eyes are deep on the pavement)
Cement the thoughts and remember
The good ya do with every little touch
We absorb so much shit
then forget it in a rush
Honestly, how honest will you be from the guts
Head rush, rush to fill, rush to finish,
(Rush hour 2 was an alright movie)
(Sigh)
See already my brain is diluting and deluding and coluding
This lethargy life aint suiting
No one!
Makes me wanna cut off my hands
And sell em on to the next john who supports my band
And plan
Take em of my.. damn
Your worth more than ya weight in coffee, its begun
The revolution of self
Well at least over here, son
Where?
Over here?
Can I Google map it?
Kill me kill me teach me
Im going back for another night out in
Just to reach me
Impeach thee dishonesty in me
and maybe find some peace, a pleaseeee
The soul police will sneak a peak n flee. Yeah.


3. Poetic Justice:

Each year I make a pact to change her existence,
to proceed with an attentive need to attention with persistence.
Face resistance? Yeahhh
And every measure of my leisure to her brings insistence..
  
…That’s there’s always a perpetrator and always a victim
To slice like a scythe, a sickle to sow seeds deep within em
So I walk aimless like truth, nobody.. no soul
Stroll country roads and drop knees to potholes
But im up and running, I enjoy my emptiness
  
We build concrete contrasts together that crumple like ants nests, when stepped
And She. Shes just a part of the plan
Cultivating minds of man, man, many meticulous mountains of sand upon my land
The view expands
  
So take my hand.. and place a ring on it
And I promised to return when ive grown to fit within in
Till then…
  
I’ll make a pact to change her existence,
to proceed with an attentive need to attention with persistence.
Face resistance? Yeahhh
And every measure of my leisure to her brings insistence..
  
…That it aint just injustice
Its life as a whole
That she’s an Eastern woman and I’m a man who can stroll
And Justice to her is just a boys name
intangibly unreal, for real, a shame...
  
That I can make and break just causes
Come up with deplorable applauses, bend forces, live with losses
While she watches crops grow, I watch TV cop shows
As they spell out Justice in long rows…
And if I was to spell out justice for her, it would go
  
The J:  is for Jenny
U: Unmovable
S: the sex she endures while dutiful
T: for the trust in the culture she’s placed
(And)
I:
C(ee):
E:(ach) scar of salt on her face
  
So I use poetry for her justice, just poetics
the poetry of justice that is just pathetic
I use poetry for her justice, just pathetic
Coz the poetry of justice is just poetics
And I can walk away, so I do..
  
Till the next year.. I make a pact to change her existence,
to proceed with an attentive need to attention with persistence.
Face resistance? Yeahhh
And every measure of my leisure to her brings insistence..
That I should make a pact to change MY existence, to proceed with an attentive need to attention with persistence.
Face resistance? Nahhh
Coz every measure of my leisure to me brings subsistence..
  
So take my hand jenny, and place a ring on it
… and ill promised to return, when I’ve grown to fit within it

Thanks for watching!

Jacky T