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Describing Alex
His red hoody / Was a metaphore for the speared / Healed scars
Our first ever, real life kiss
My thoughts / Move like a first love mockery / All legs, arms / And questionable stains
willyoubemine?
ifitouchyou / willyoubemine?
I am lost in the detail of your grin
I am lost in the detail of your grin
I Took to the Trees
I took my pain into the trees / It was cool / Night / Moon / And I’d been attracting attention
Falling for an Exraordinary Life
The wild oat ruby in your sun sunk cheeks / Turns azure cloud pink in your legend that’s tomorrow
The shaken worlds we play in
The vase looked sideways, / Turned itself into a facture of light / And slid delicately out the door
Life on the couch…
Life on the couch
We are Love
We are love
A Poet in the Desert
A tangle of fork tongued snakes / Couldn’t do a better job / Than the parched mouth of a poet
Noisy Buggers
With his own mug shot valiantly absent, his eyes became his telescopes, his cornea his aperture, and his vision his mantra.
Self Indulgent Perches
I have created an oddity / A self indulgent perch / That parodies / Rescue
It Took His Time
It took his time / Sucking on moments / Swallowing like hunger / Spitting out the pips
The Undelivered Letter
The undelivered letter / Lay / Like a private breath / In the late afternoon moment
Green Velvet
Green velvet / Is an invisible cloak
The Therapist
He easily, and he knows he can be cruel, / deflects the touch of this new stranger / With almond eyes / And silk heart
The Widening Self
There is a pull tug / That leaves an elm wounded / An oak sore
I have a trick
I have an itch / That takes me for granted
My ears have been a default tongue
My ears have been a default tongue / Smudging you out
Naked and Warm
Naked, I take shelter in a tempest
Laugh
There is a moment that laughs straight in your face
Apart we pine
Apart we pine
Messenges
It had been a while / And the blue breeze / Catching her / Hair trailed it, tugging skwards
I touch your body
I touch your body / Teasing your senses apart / Taking you gently / Honestly / Into me
Listen to the Wind
Yet if the journey be less than almost complete / Perhaps a shelter then and there may have been sought / Dug out and covering us unfouled …
You are the plague
You are the plague now / Rancid / And I refuse to share you / With anyone
I am about to fall…
I am about to fall / I look at myself and observe the moment / The signs are all there…
And I tasted…
I met a man / Who took out his soft blue eye / To look at me
You Forget Me
There’s the abandoned joy in knowing / That you will forget me / Just in time
I Forget You
the suitcase was open this morning / just for the memory / your letter / spilled its tumbling self / upon my lap
Its you I want
I want you on toast
Dear……
I write because I love you
The Bell Bird
A solitary bell bird dipped its beak in sweet sunrise / This morning
Looking at you
Looking at you / I wondered
Wet Taxi at Midnight
Breathe, / Like a refugee / Like a junky / Whore
Many foolish things that can’t wait…
I cast them out / Rebut, spurn, banish, vanquish these things / I challenge, castigate, beat / and pummel their one track minds
Scent of Adam
It was the memory of his love that gently / And so quietly / Teased me apart
Anger
I misappropriated your fucking anger
Are any of you people actully real?
I am severed from your fashionable love.
Madness came down
In the tightness of madness…
The Shoot Out
Her glittered nipples / Performed / Roulette
Contemplating the new view…
You told me you were white / I knew it and believed / So when you said you were black / I believed that too
I guess not then…
It was the poke that did it
Eyes
Satiated…seduced…
Hands
It’s me they touch
Lips
If you place your lips…right here…that’s right
Remembering the Boy
Buried savoury moments on a mud moated dam
Sam and I / Don’t do breakfast in bed
I was going into detail about the differences between geckos adhesiveness to vertical surfaces versus those of the common house fly…a…
Where have you Been?
You say money, or health, dawn verandas or being naked and lost in a forest. But these are never the answers and you know it.
I Love You (v)
The sounds of rainforests hitching courageously on your shoulder
Sam and I / My extraterrestrial lives
Compared to Sam’s delicious spontaneity, my worlds were grains of desert sand in a storm, fractures of light, tea leaves, black holes…
Sam and I / His habit of winking at you for no re…
He prayed to a god he didn’t believe in. His name was Samuel (link to God?). Yes we lived together and yes there was sex but we weren…
I Love You (iv)
You pulled your plug / Melting into my moves / And throwing yourself abandon-like from your dark cinnamon towers
I Love You (iii)
Your T-shirt under my pillow
I Love You (ii)
Like summer rain in my mouth
My First Coat that wasn’t a Hand-me-down
My first coat that wasn’t a hand-me-down used to hang in disgrace in an old cupboard which faced the sea.
I love you (i)
Liquid air….
Moving On
When one of us unexpectantly moves on / With no suitcase / The rest / Are left / With grateful memories / and to simply wonder…
The Woman who Moved
In this heady moment of sitting / Where clarity and confusion merged / There was a woman / Who moved
Love is a Portal
Love is a portal…
Her hair cataches Eucalyptus blossom pollen
There are scents which might slide from books of travelling / Or adventuring / Tender, exciting, brushing silently across her fingered pages
Bite me on the Bum
I’ve come home / To roost / Like foul do / At the collapsed end of the day
Another World
Someone else’s jacket
Deception in four stages
He turned his ring tone to silent / And closed his eyes / Could this finally be the peace / He ordered?
Thinking Out Loud
It hangs like a rag
I Hate This Bit
The world is saber toothed snared / Teasing my indulgent self to leave ajar the door / Just enough / To abscond / From my greying, retirem…
Paper Planes
It was if the final inferno / Was our beauty balm / Taking us both by tender surprise / Like a tea ceremony with a fortune cookie / On the …
Plain Sailing my Friend
The soft wind is gone from his sails, like he’s cast off, an ice flow on ozone, severed, set adrift…and those people eagerly wa…
Till its bleeding crack dries
So he strips himself raw / Shredded and licked by a Maralinga sun / Like his naked skin mattered
The Arrogance of Poets
Clean fresh sheets / Make the arrogance of poets / Melt / Into cool clear whiteness
Love…like Ice in a Summer Heat Wave
Love / Always took me by surprise / Left me melted on the kitchen floor / Like ice on my back in a heat wave
The New Moon
The new moon / Just made a pass at me
Moist and Dry Desert Love
Your loves slides moist / Down the creases of my back / To where I catch it gently / Just before it trickle spills over / And falls
Self-Indulgent Sunday
She wishes she were a simple and fatalistic fish and finds herself deciding to go outside to flop around in the delicately scented sun gard…
Stripped, Bear Chested and Naked
Stripped / Bear chested / Naked
How do I know how to love a woman?
How does she know the sparkles from her eyes make me blush?
The Final Day
Just let go
Light
The time
Light
The time
Finding
It always looks like you
Arriving
I walk quietly in
Leaving
One day I will visit you
To where it scratch grate hurts
Tomorrow / When he wakes in an aspirin sweat / His fridge will punch out an empty OJ bottle / And shiver for more than it asks for
Valley Grasses
Ahhh / Thats how the valley grasses see
Losing the Courage
Your hair plastered to the side of your face / Is ugly / And tells you to / Shut up and die
Blue jeans and frayed singlets
Spring stretches out Sunday on the streets
Don’t call me….
My boy’s got balls darl’n / Hung like drunk popes / Tossed now at dark shadows / As I silently…watch
Doll Baby
Don’t call me baby
Night Strings
And I didn’t even have a string wound wrapped around their soul
A Reality Check
Behind the pale blue screen
Shoot me Save me.
Prise that bullet from my neck / Nasty piece of work / A master stroke that didn’t kill
To the art of never seeing you again
And as the thudding sun set on the night before’s city of insanity / Binging on that last wine, beer, pill, club…need.
Stare at me!
Love – stare at it
They Just Keep Coming
Please…no really / No need to take off your shoes
All She Could do was Watch
Her hand smelt it / On his skin
She took the Doona with her
Roll over he said
Here’s to you…
Here’s to us / Our grandiosity, our insignificance and our weird strange little ways
Skater Girl
What’s ya name, she called out over her shoulder as she rode off, throwing it out to the wind only half caring if he answered…
To the Absence of Dust
Rolling over / I looked in her eyes / And found a pinch of dust in her corners
The Courage of a Lion
That night / When Satan sat thirsting / Black hole on black hole
