A Limitless Thread: Poems in Accompaniment to Instrumentals for Surf clipsANDREW FRASER 28.03.2025
Bodalla’s third album Teleportation music is being released at Ewingsdale Hall on April 11. Joined by Sonny Lane and Sophie Dallaire.
A friend gave me a poetry book once upon a time in Ewingsdale. I pensively glanced at its pages and felt my whole concept of writing shift. Revelations came upon me when I realized that one could be so profound in such a small moment, and perhaps I could actually write poetry, and maybe I already was.
It’s busy upstairs in my dome, sometimes it’s as if the caverns could extend and manipulate for eternity. Poetry enables me to release portions of this limitless thread. Instil a moment of my inner dialogue and capture it on parchment for good.
Opposed to “Why do I write poetry?”, it’s better to ask, “Why I wouldn’t?”. That concept alone ignites a desire to reflect. Initially I would feel this unreasonable pressure when I wasn’t putting pen to paper. Nowadays it comes as a sweet release, whenever it flows, out of time yet in place.
poem 1
In a world of comparison & cheap dopamine
we effortlessly judge others on their happiness,
grief, success, habits & movements.
Yet we are not them, nor they us.
For every smile is deserved of something
and every tear drop a mirror for change.
There’s a profound power that shines
holes through a cynical gaze.
It’s called acceptance.
poem 2
My internal dialogue
hastens in cycles.
I’m in a pensive pandemonium.
Life is like scales.
When in solitude you feel your world
and observe the outside’s effect upon it.
When in solitude you observe the world
and realise your perspective controls it.
I catch my mind cast its trix
and the cycles it cuddles so dear
your minds distract you from observing it
so you can fixate opposed to solving it.
My internal dialogue
hastens in cycles.
I’m in a pensive pandemonium.
Life is like scales.
When in solitude you feel your world
and observe the outside’s effect upon it.
When in solitude you observe the world
and realise your perspective controls it.
I catch my mind cast its trix
and the cycles it cuddles so dear
your minds distract you from observing it
so you can fixate opposed to solving it.
poem 3 / unused verse
There’s a lotta lil things
that’ll turn you insane
program your mind
to a different vein.
There’s endless hope
out your window pain
quench your thirst
in the fountain of change.
Use time opposed to killing it.
Absorb every smile
as a gift from the world.
Be satiated with your altitude
your evolution in the atmosphere
poem 4 / unused verse
The road bends like your smile.
Fruit for your eyes upon fig tree isle.
The river undulates
as the music ripples.
Euphoria beckons
as the chorus tickles.
Smug with the sun
as it dances along.
Gravel disco road
to be at one.
Urges a facade to purity
intention abolished with a flash of skin.
We conjure our own frustration
fixated upon the peak of satisfaction.
The orgasm
the bulb to the glow
chase it
you’ll feel whole.
Your hand is apart of you
experience more
and you’ll have the world
drip exactly from your pores.
Roll your eyes back into the lack of love
tensions unravel
caressed by the wistful tongue
moistened by the humm of satisfaction
revel in what the body’s owed.
poem 6
Awoken by the wallabies crawl
whilst our winged neighbours take flight
bidding adieu to the frog's night.
Beams of warmth penetrate cracks
in the leaves’ gum
whilst I forge beneath the pines
for wood to emulate the sun
as the billy boils
the embers grow
they grow like the scent of
garlic mushrooms on sourdough.
Eloquently the liquid gold trickles down
for its camping, where solace is found.
Awoken by the wallabies crawl
whilst our winged neighbours take flight
bidding adieu to the frog's night.
Beams of warmth penetrate cracks
in the leaves’ gum
whilst I forge beneath the pines
for wood to emulate the sun
as the billy boils
the embers grow
they grow like the scent of
garlic mushrooms on sourdough.
Eloquently the liquid gold trickles down
for its camping, where solace is found.
You can read more about the release of this project in the previous article The Azure Kingfisher, written by Miica.