begin with a point
in the centre of the page
no colour or line
just a dot
stare at that dot
let your eyes relax
now
turn the dot green
focus on the greenness
the deep coolness of the forest
dampness of the wood
that burnt out stump
let the green encompass you
find yourself walking that trail
in the forest compulsively
alone and silent
#NAPOWRIMO Day 2 by Jessica Liebelt via @jessliebeltpoetry
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On gender reveal parties
Gender reveal party but when you cut the cake it is pie. It looks like a custard pie, but when you taste it, you clearly taste a meat gravy. Cutting further reveals chunks of meat. You ask what kind of meat it is, but everyone around you remains silent. They're grinning. Too wide.
You're cutting in to a gender reveal pie, but it's actually pie. What kind of pie is it? It's cake pie. You cut in to the cake, and find a note. The note reads:
You cut in to a gender reveal cake, and the knife you were holding is gone, revealing instead a large sharp fish. It wriggles out of your hand and flops on to the cake, which bursts it's pie filling everywhere. Everyone is applauding sarcastically.
You wake up and cut in to the gender reveal fish, it asks you to mind that you don't get it's bones in your throat or you'll be in real trouble.You're walking down the street in New York. Now you're in Paris. Now you're on City-5 on Mars. Now you hold your child. They ask you why their genitals should decide their gender.
You're almost ready to beat the gender reveal clown with the spiked bat when you notice that the clown is a mime. You feel betrayed but you don't know by who. You friends and family are in dark robes, and as the room darkens they produce candles. 'What colour be the flames?' you say. They remove their hoods to reveal that they are all clowns.
You push the plunger on the gender reveal dynamite. As it blows the side off your house you wonder how this was meant to inform anyone of the baby's gender. 'Congratulations! It's a beautiful baby Ḿ̷̸̶̡É͢͝A̢͏̶̷͝Ţ̴͏'.
You're holding a baby and they reveal their gender to you. It shines brightly, cycling many colours blues and greens, then purplish oranges, greenish reds. You're holding a baby. You're sure you're holding a baby. What else could it possibly be?
You're revealing your own gender. No one accepts it. They turn you away from any kind of support, you're fired from your job, your wife leaves you, your mother and father stop talking to you, everyone you've ever known questions and critiques you endlessly about the gender you've revealed to them.
You're at a gender reveal party and you've never felt more alone. You're at a gender reveal party and you just want to leave. You've been at this gender reveal party for so long now and it seems to follow you wherever you go. You're at a gender reveal party and you can never leave.
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lay in the room pit
knee deep in piss
staring forward
forward
forward
mold covered wall
beaming out noise
i am contained
#NAPOWRIMO Day 1 by Jessica Liebelt via @jessliebeltpoetry
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that familiar rickety stage
dust through the spotlight
spilled whiskey
wine
spit
floorboards sticky and loose and creaking
nails pinning her wings down
a pink boa wrapped around her neck
choking her slightly
fading reminders dancing across her skin
a voice through the PA roars
ladies and germs
the mule faced woman
the ugliest woman in the world
and you know her
and you recognise the scars
the drawn features
the warmth in her smile
the thick eyebrows
the dark moustache
she’s a mirror
she’s you
she’s riding the train at 10 pm
a man pressing up against her
she pushes him away and hides behind her bag
and a man screams from across the street
‘hey beautiful’
she ignores him
‘ugly bitch’ he says
she’s all grace and pride
she’s all beauty until she’s unavailable
that same voice roars from the PA
ladies and germs
the mule faced woman
the ugliest woman in the world
and now you’re on stage
a nail holding you in place
a pink boa constricting your neck
tighter and tighter
and she’s in the audience
hiding her face
seeing her reflection in you
and you love her
and her dry hair
her rough hands
you go home together
you and the mule faced woman
you rough each other up
find your insides
the desperate prodding passion
the tattooed past in your collective skins
and you fall in love with the mule faced woman
take turns sinking to the bottom of the pool
filling your lungs
fishing each other out
and soon she’s in your coats and jackets
your smaller shirts
your jars of peanut paste
soon she’s back on the train
soon she’s gone
the marks on the bedroom wall and
your missing jumper the only evidence of her existence
you see her sometimes
on that stage
in that mirror
pulling her pink boa tighter each time
Falling in love with the mule faced woman by Jessica Liebelt (via @jessliebeltpoetry)
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the summer we broke our lease
was a boiled egg
a weird smell in the kitchen
a good smell in our
neighbours garden
its flowers, its friendly dog
its sea crashing
lapping at our door
we opened our drawers
and found a spider parade
dancing in light peppered with
bug spray particles
pieces of silverware
piercing detergent bottles
political in a way that
was lost on us
our shitty purple rug
shed on us
we laid down and
came up purple
we used it to roll up
the dead men in our life
fathers and brothers
rolled in the carpet
chucked off the deep end of
Brighton jetty
the summer we broke our lease
we went to the beach
the people had bodies and we
had none
our bodies were lost somewhere
buried or half buried in the sand
a little bruised from the glaring
our carpet soon rolled back to shore
filled with dead men
and burst through our door
so we had to leave
the summer we broke our lease
dead men were waiting outside our unit
so we didn’t go back
so it’s crashing on
a shit couch
its springs jabbing us
its lumps ruining our backs
so it’s sneaking in to
the uni practice rooms
and playing songs and sleeping
and when we get thrown out by chubb security
we break our lease on
the concrete of north terrace
“The summer we broke our lease” by Jessica Liebelt (via @jessliebeltpoetry)
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it sparkles and sizzles as
you lower yourself in
the heat rising through your bones
slowly cooking you
the colours in the water
the glitter the particles
the smudge of mould hovering
in the corner by the fan
suspicious and lurking
over the tub
i watch for a minute as
you relax like i’m not there
close your eyes
let yourself submerge
i leave before you surface
sounds of splashing
sounds of struggle
sounds of drowning
ring through my head
you dropped a book in the bath
its wet pages run with pink glitter
warm water turning black with words
i am thirsty and you
are quenching
Napowrimo Day 3 (via @jessliebeltpoetry)
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i want to be
in a miyazaki film;
leaving home
a loaf of bread
a wedge of cheese
a bicycle and a sense
of mission or journey
a sense of going,
but i am a girl on a rainy beach
more tarkovsky or bergman
cold and sad and not
really alone.
i have no reason
for feeling lonely.
i sit on the loose sand
of Brighton beach,
the firm sand of Seaford,
the blackened rocks
of Hallet Cove.
i let the water swallow me
like a shell
smooth and sharp
full of sand
full of the sound of
the sea i sit and wait for
the sun to dry me
“i saw a child digging a hole” by Jessica Liebelt (via @jessliebeltpoetry)
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woopsiedoodle
it came from the old country
she said
this sense of danger
wonder fighting across her face
an ancient, old world battle
the romans, the greeks
alexander the great
right fuckin in
the smile
she fought
a cup of ivory
thin and delicate, an old lady
bone white
which is to say it looked
like shit
an elephant
fucking died for this
dipshit
it clattered to the ground
completely on its own (not my fault)
and smashed on the concrete floor of the adelaide museum
oops
napowrimo day 11 (via @jessliebeltpoetry)
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Haiku for old fashioned lemonade
a tall beading glass
sip it on a summer’s day
you lemonade snob
Napowrimo day 10 (via @jessliebeltpoetry)
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Seaford beach in winter
slurry of rough sea
we sink under crashing waves
swallow salt water
Napowrimo day 6 (via @jessliebeltpoetry)
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winterberry shakes
you shake and squirm
steam rising from us
swimming in the sweat of
our efforts
a clammy winter night
the heat from your skin
the taste of you
it coats my upper lip
i wipe it with the back
of my hand
streak of ochre
we collapse together
and laugh as i spread the colour
on your soft belly
napowrimo day 13 (via @jessliebeltpoetry)
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he put a pasta on
theres a rise and fall to it
your chest i mean
the playground bellows with children
you walk by and take no notice
theres a rise and fall to it
the anger and frustration on a bad day
the poor kids are stuck to the ground
the well off ones kick them in the ribs
(their fathers are engineers
their fathers are lawyers)
theres a rise and fall to it
the tide that cannot about the kid roar
the tide that is coming in
you lay down in its path
let it sweep you up
let it take you away
theres a rise and fall to it
the boat on the water
the man with the net and beard
he takes you in the boat
he takes you home and puts
a meal inside you
and i am just another
sad dyke on brighton beach
NAPOWRIMO Day 2 (via @jessliebeltpoetry)
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we remember the sound of the rain
we feel that we haven’t
been awake for some time.
we feel that we need to rise,
the ocean containing us is heavy
on our backs, a blanket to put
a child to sleep on a restless
night. we are abject, born of
filth and waste of nuclear nothing.
we remember the sound
of footsteps on our roofs,
dancing and hungry and
full of redness and trains.
once we were apart and now
we are one.
we sink for a time.
allow us to sleep for now.
napowrimo day 14 (via @jessliebeltpoetry)
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virgilia to coriolanus on his love for godzilla
you cannot fight your feelings for too long.
a monster waits for you upon the bridge.
a hero, they will sing of you in song;
they cannot suffer monstrous ones to live.
sweet soldier, born and raised and bred for war:
you bend on knee and pray your love endure
the sadness felt when scaly flesh you torch.
you burn yourself and let you turn to dust;
but you who fell in love with tooth and claw
will suffer for your love forever more.
napowrimo day 15 (via @jessliebeltpoetry) with apologies for my undying obsession with this nonsensical ship that i made up for reasons i no longer recall.
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tuck shop politics
dim light from the sign above the counter
loud and gay tropical colours
of the 50c lolly bags
confetti coloured
cellophane
how much candy did 50c really buy
i leaned on the chest freezer
the advertising chanting
the counter too high
a sunnyboy for
5c kind of
kid
her clothes were dirty and torn her
eyes were far away on mars
or the moon did all
the kids get 50c
of lollies for
20c
maybe her moon money was no good
maybe the tuck shop was too
close to the TAB where
her dad would
drop by to
waste
500000c
Napowrimo day 5 (via @jessliebeltpoetry)
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crimes of all our fathers
we walk haunted grounds
the wind whistles with spirits
that we cannot own
napowrimo day 12 (via @jessliebeltpoetry)
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