Monday, January 26, 2015

Weightless

She's tossing away that heavy, old hide
That crumpled carcass
Her new self
Soft-bellied, exposed
Metallic green and golds
Shining in the light
She's looking for a new audience
Dedicated fans
Acknowledged
Respected
Not merely admired
No, enough admiration 
It's time to love
To be loved
The weight of it
Slows her down
To an unbearable shuffle
To love
Is to fly 
Nothing will lure her
Back to rocky ground
She flies over blue lagoons
And emerald forests
Yes
This is her heavenly destiny

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Vessels and Vehicles

A silver fog seeps into the black
Like water snaking through a thirsty river bed
Blood red
And the gaping cracks in my soul are quenched
Mouths stretched open
Fighting for a meagre morsel

Life
Going for a ride in a runaway vehicle 
Trapped in a body immobile
The city, the sea 
Wherever its taking me
Not fussy
Though I should be...
Days become nights become years 
I take the wheel 

Vessels and vehicles
Going somewhere 
Going nowhere
It's my where 
Mud or dust
I've no time to admire the landscape
Not lost
Just making up for lost time
My time








Friday, January 16, 2015

The End of The End

She is the hot dust 
Of a bustling highway 
Left to settle on charred eucalypts 

She is the barren vine
Of a muscat grape 
Left to languish at the end of her yield 

She is the vacant web
Of a Golden Orb
Left to battle a lonely war against the winds

Foretold You So


The clairvoyant is telling me things we all want to hear
My mind joins reluctant dots
Coerced to form unlikely connections
But one cannot argue with a well-armed soul
Reckless, relentless
With nothing to lose
Except denial

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Hairy Soup


The faintest trace of garlic lingers from his fingers
Reaching for a stray lock of hair
Falling across my mouth
And I am suddenly deaf to words that spill from his
Until the short of his kitchen capers plays out its final scene
In my mind
And silence falls as he waits for an answer
To what I wonder turning red
And I ask instead what he cooked last night
'Minestrone' he said

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

The Safest Place

She wants to lie in his arms and bury her face in the cave of his warm neck
And have him kiss her forehead like a child
And at that moment, even if this world began to crumble like an old sandcastle 
And every cosy home turned upside down and shaken
So that every remnant, object and evidence of human existence
Was erased from earth's memory
She would not be afraid
No, she would not


Edited


Yesterday's winds
Sweet and warm
Sweep me away to the hours of innocence
Back to the sticks, back to the stones
To crooked smiles
And dripping cones
Sneaky crank calls on summer nights
Healing knees lumpy with mosquito bites
Dusty cheeks turned to mud
Skipping ropes and silly rhymes
Edited


Tomorrow's storms 
Bitter and cold
Sweep us away to the hours of delinquency
To clenched teeth
And dripping coats
Sudden invasions on winter mornings
Brought to our knees after countless warnings
Hairy cheeks turned to blood
Shouting vengeance and silly rhymes
Edited


Friday, January 9, 2015

Forgotten Pleasures Forgotten

I once relied on these things
That promised pleasure
But what of late?
These things remain unchanged
Yet I have not
Where are her buttons and strings?
Where are her trigger things?
The giggles
Those painful belly wiggles?
Now a passive chuckle
Forced, polite
A light tap of the mallet 
No swings, no 'ring-a-ding-dings'
The carnival, silent and still
And somewhere the echo
Faded and faint
The music
Too familiar 





Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Dance of the Heart

My heart is like the sea grass sprouting 
along the dappled ocean bed
The current its desire
Always taking lead
A gentle waltz
A brutal tango
Where secrets find refuge amongst her wavering blades
They cannot remain concealed
Against a relentless force

Friday, January 2, 2015

Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow


Yesterday was but a shuffle
In scruffy, floral slippers 
With old gum on the sole
I want to stamp now 
Stamp on the snow
Stamp on the dust
Stamp on the grass 
And nurture my callouses with quiet pride
The unsightly evidence of an adventure had
Tomorrow is for skipping
Skip away young heart
Skip away