Category Archives: Original Poetry
She cuts the waves so fine & the sea breathes long grass stilled & blows. You could stray in a sea of wheat all day if there’s nothing more or walk behind the street an ear for the waves of her feet as she goes. she as
I count the beads on your string as your lips form shapes which give substance to the emptiness of air, & meaning. I go on like this, hours, fingering your pearls, feel minutes drop, lose my way & when you’re still, it’s like everything else is.
even the birds need to shut up. everyone does & everything. long live silence! with my ear muffs on so tight not even light can escape them. they’re industrial. all i hear is the throb of my head, if that.
When i got there she was on her back & her sister who’s like eighty herself wasn’t much help. We pulled her up but she died & after that i thought about it, her stiff board, the flaked bits of her skirt & cardigan, the stink of dog, how heavy she […]
When you look at me you see the glass only. When you split my head/ knead the bits… what is it but nerves of a smile, words in the dark if I must, bend.
kudos to you, i said, good for you & he went on & more dead than ever i laid down heard birds the breeze slipped in & if anything i was happy
Think if you can a picture Of you and I embraced in a kiss Feel how I tremble inside Sorry if there was something I missed Outside tonight We can take on the cloak of the dark Before the dawn of another day He said this is what it sounds like When purple doves cry […]
rub the dark spot of her solitude, her ribbed feathers down .. give, the water here is mottled, spun by the late sun, high clouds & gulls heading out. & still we’re alone even when I sanctify these gentle folds beneath the cold heavens.
Is it true if you is cool hang loose lie still long enough you can see the animals of the garden, trees as symbols, the soft gods that dwell among the first knot of men, curious; the careless weeds free of the tyranny of summer lawns – man before the law. I am done. […]
The cat sprang across the lawn the bird between his jaws I hadn’t thought much of it because I was caught on the … A friend won big on the Melbourne Cup Was too drunk to call on my birthday which is cool & this […]
there’s no future in writing poems about writing poems. the critics of the next age will know you crapped out with nothing better to say. This poem, for example, is nothing apart from what it says & what it does to you – to see me go – as the […]
because I’ve had every sickness there is, I’ve become immune to everything. I don’t care that you’re violent, say things that aren’t true, & that I talk when it makes no difference. 2 my dog got his eye cut, & now we’re looking for some left-handed cat last seen heading north […]