recent stuff by allan boyd - antipoet


29 Nov 2014

morning in southern city thunder
poems busted in waves
and in afternoon suns
in cars locked in grids
in freeway finger gesture
we wait for clear spaces
and dream new places
to park
without coins

as boot smacks leather
echoes cross ovals
and one-eyed whistles

love is a torpedo punt
through the sticks
fifty-five metres out

north of the river streets
wet with ideas
and knock-off beers
the tales of pale ale froth
and the sun hits ocean
in a sherrin-red sky

lingers - with Kevin Gillam

29 Nov 2014

it’s a dangerous light near the surface. is-
lands. drawn out silence. and like sails in my hands.

prints finger across the brown disconnect of sinew
his boldness saliva in fencepost diatribe, measure

these habits. frail spring afternoon. does not meet
my eyes. gnarled. netted with shadows. a mess of

negative procession, a progression of drive-thru
meaning. droplets on geraldton wax (chamelaucium)

ripples. the ebb, forecast of loss. using my
own words. hands twitching the jetsam. Verticals

the fly - with Maitland Schnaars

29 Nov 2014

Wind whistles around the mining dongar, sun melting across the rust coloured land and stunted shrubs, reflecting of the dirty white tin walls of the windowless buildings.

I lie on my bed watching the fly buzz around the room. The T.V is on, but I am not watching it, it’s just background noise.

The fly is more interesting than the mind numbing crap they put on T.V these days.

That’s my opinion anyway.


blood mud salt - with Maitland Schnaars

28 Nov 2014

The sound of dry leaves and twigs brushing dusty black boots, crunch of wafer thin slivers of dry red mud.

The ancient crack and rumble. Red-rock fists of god and stars. And echoes of songs of giants gone. Gone. Gone…

Red earth moist and thick like congealed blood.

Maps in our veins of blood, mud, salt, blood, mud, salt, blood, mud, salt.

the road with Kevin Gillam

28 Nov 2014

the road - by Kevin Gillam and Allan Boyd

the road scars right, across the
crippled self; also scissored, a
palm of land, tumbling, dwindling,
busting like a burst hot-dog
a groove, a history, a way in,
a fissure of sermons
worn and healed slick
a scoff of wallpaper

abc radio poems

28 Nov 2014

ABC Radio 720 Perth contacted me in March 2014 to talk about Slam Poetry. I did a poem for them. Drive presenter John McGlue loves poetry and they asked me to become their "Resident Poet" - I called myself "The Antipoet Laureate". And they ask me back every week. Here's the result. Some have audio links. And for some I've made a little video. Enjoy! There's more to come - I'm adding more as we speak. Are we speaking?

fly in fly out fly in fly out

28 Nov 2014

fly in fly out fly in fly out
and she’s on another swing
a roundabout of airports
another pilbara narrative
racking up the qantas points
at the exit seat, inside a novel
pindan fingers
pindan boots
fly in fly out fly in fly out
siren, rumble of blast
iron hills to rubble
at the next CAT ONE shutdown
we evacuate ourselves
in a debt cycle
for a new house i’ll never live in
a boat I’ll never float
and fly in fly out fly in fly out
six years of missed birthday cake

about allan boyd - aka antipoet

28 Nov 2014
So here's the short bio: