A lonely road. Two men on the billy, two breast-feeding shovels. All they need is the cloud to clear, the boss to stay in town, for Tom to knock up his sandwiches. There is no time for work today. Not here, where you see rabbits play, the light dance on the hills, and the tea…
Month: September 2018
banana skin
Someone yelled Jump but I was only up there cleaning windows. Then I thought, as I stood on the fine ledge, I could – if I don’t overthink it – fall I can fall! – (who’d permit such violence to befall me – when there are Games to play, Fascinating facts, Things to make…
As Movement Dies
Movement comes alive. The moment need not change. The colour in the sky, new winter light at five. We are the silence of the moment amplified. All action, little talk, but loud, by board and scooter clatter, hard abrasion of the loveable resin wheels negotiating undulating concrete, poised with indomitable bravery at the sheer drop…
new images
sympathy how the flames! like pines rise, & waves. The foam draws in-recoils. Roll these disparate thoughts, until there’s commerce between them. 2 Professor Al’s a lad even tho he’s 50. You can see him on a clear morning ambling across the campus smiling lightly; he might have found a…
Testing
Inoculant the dawn rain becomes Catapulting the freedom of insecurities of night I can taste the freedoms of a new day The amperage is a little coil
Humanity
Put criminals in a zoo And wild animals in prison For all to mock And see Kill a lion Because you can But only with a weapon Put a metal bit In the mouth Of a horse That longs to be free Whip it until it bleeds When it runs too slow Hook a marlin…
WORDS
Can I get you? With just words? A stupid idea I know But to capture you Just in words That beauty And my insanity Your young body And my old mind
The Calling
I heard their mute calling through the fence, the honeysuckle hedge and the weatherboard wall to my bedroom. I climbed out my window crossed the driveway and pulled myself up then over the corrugated fence that I’d painted brown for pocket money over three consecutive Saturday mornings before cricket to answer three girls in tent…
Master, The Bottle
No shit. Face down, false dawn, it’s the shadow praised, we’re it! And the chase. Out the door. Into the day. The doom, the art hell hold of the home of the street. It’s so, get it down, get more. A deep groan, the roam of gate and bar, it’s a deep, deep occupation, no…
JUST ONE STRAW AWAY
What I do When I cannot afford Anything stronger Is I drink the beer Through a straw It seems to keep me In a drunker state More focused For longer Not as good As spirits And I cannot promise I won’t still End up In trouble But It sure is Cheaper
The Day Mr Larkin Swore in the Library
I slid the books across. Oh, she said, you’ve had Larkin out before. I know, and I will have it out again. Is he a poet, she said. Aye, I said. He said parents fuck you up. She recoiled. Pardon? That’s what he said, that they fill you with the faults they had. Her face…
ripcord
The fantail fluttering under the branches, about my shoulders, could make the difference this morning, swing it back in my favour. Despite my grounded cynicism, I’m sentimental. What can I say. It’s sick, but when I woke with the dawn chorus of the kitchen- As if I knew what was coming with the…