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 and cheap dopamine

we effortlessly judge others on their happiness,

grief, success, habits and 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. 


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. 
poem 5

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. 







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You can read more about the release of this project in the previous article The Azure Kingfisher, written by Miica.