Poetry

"Unless you quarantine the birds

for their seeds of shit,

or the flowers for consorting with the wind-

you have no right to waste my time,

for time does waste the gypsy."

 -Passport, by Ben J. Wild

Undergrowth.org is proud to present the first anthology of poetics by vagabond wordsmith Benjamin J. Wild, now available online and through bookstores around Melbourne, Australia. 

'Mercury' is an excerpt form the new Undergrowth anthology of poems by Melbourne slam poet Si, winner of the 2008 Victorian Poetry Slam.

'Mercury' will be launched at the Emerging Writer's Festival in Melbourne's Thorbury Theatre - Friday May 29th.

I Wanna Go To Burning Man

A Freak convention in the desert deserves dire attention

If an artist performs in the desert and no ones there to see it, is it performance class or just pure arse??

what are we?
amoeba tree
sweet fruit ripening
skeleton seed
i am i is you is we
broken through the endless see
but what are you, if you is me?
shhh...
just remember to breathe...

 'The Shape Of My Tongue' is part of a series of contemporary poems inspired by the words of sufi poet Rumi and performed by Sydney artist Thomas, Jack of Hearts.

Music by Briztronix.

Produced and directed by Tim Parish aka VERB

http://www.myspace.com/thomasjackofhearts

http://www.briztronix.com/

http://www.undergrowth.org/user/verb

Ping .... dot dot dot ... purple matrix
Ping .. into harlequin spiral
Synaptic pathways sycopating

Swathed and bathed in colours all about
Till through vistas of light unfurling
Ecstatic union, worlds unite

Octaves of purring peacock diamonds
Purrr.. click click
Purrr.. click click click
The crystal queen settles on her throne of light
A thousand whispered hums purr ahhh in bliss

Past and future worlds birth in translucent pink and gold
My quirky song of surprise and delight
chiming through oceans of light

The Oracle Vignettes

Demon terrorists, drug warriors, robot butterflies, virtual reality brainwashing, alien television and memetic drugs. All debris of an unfinished novel; The Oracle' is a collection of short science fiction poems written and designed by Tim Parish.

Last night I heard consciousness whisper crude jukebox sonnets to an already subdued and lovesick dream, while in between the body slept with ancient purpose. Absurd in absent motion. Groping sculpted bedsheets with the thirst for intimacy. Primal as the moment of touch. Homesick for reality, warm and sweaty nights of tantric communism. Dreamlike but true. Never forever but long enough to seem, another dimension away.