Tuesday, August 31, 2010

parent giants

parent giants

  * parent giants *
Your shoes are heavy and so large
As if a giant resided here
Shirts could be sails
Coat a massive blanket
How those little eyes watch
The giantness of ourselves
We who birthed and mind them
Try and give them guidance
As seems food and shelter not enough
These offspring are not fully formed
When first enter this world
Are little people impressionable
Sponges at your feet
Sucking up what you do
And how you bloody speak
You who are so big
Know everything they don't
And most of all you know
Your knowledge is finite
There are holes oceans wide
In what you know and why
Why the world is as it is
A giant with feet of clay
Who sees in your brimming passion
In your love and search for answers
Shall soon overtake this flawed parent
Learn to stand on own two feet
Till you are giant too
Looking down from lofty perch
On what you have created
And from these heights view
All you will never know
And what I now say I knew.

GE/WE

GE/WE

 * Greater East or Greater West *
Marching feet
Heated warring tones
The air raid sirens drone
We are at war
A feeling commonplace
How quickly we adjusted
To deaths likely among us
Greater East or Greater West
Forget whose side we are on
Non-alignment impossible
Invited attacks from both sides
So we chose a bed to sleep in
One as friend to our breast bring
Another as foe we spurned
Now we fight the good fight
The honourable and true
Or so history written will record
If in this conflict we prevail.

Chilled

Chilled

 * chilled *
When skin grows cold
Icy air surrounds
Every flaw and creak
In importance grows
Bones no longer meet
Skin fried by ice
Heartbeat stammers
On edge of Winter
Caught unawares
By sunshine pleasantness
Deception wrought
Get me to dress for warmth
Then scour blue from sky
Paint with seamless grey
Wind turn from cooling breeze
To chill penetrating invader
Remove world's warmth so easily
As if a switch flicked
From hints of Spring glorious
Revert to coarser Winter
Wind blades shear us
Steel wool down skin
Our veins run hot
Breath is illuminated
Painted gushes of steam
From within bodies warm
Even as exposed skin becomes
Gladwrap immobile film
Of chilled ice to touch.


Monday, August 30, 2010

addict

addict

 * addict *
Days of long silver
Dreams of renown
Tired otters paddling
No stopping now
Gun in my rucksack
Joke mask in hand
This serious addiction
Is well out of hand
Wondering if ever
An exit was there
Go through doorway
Yelling obscenities
Mother would not know me
This isn't who I was
Not who thought I am
This itch under skin
Mindless burning need
Has ended rationality
Means truth is twisted
I fire a shot wildly
Someone suddenly move
These are my nightmare
Finger pulling the trigger
Madness spikes in my soul
Not really realising
What I am doing
The harsh squeal of tyres
As I run down the road
Escaping the bank
Gun thrown away
Rucksack forgotten
The angry faces staring
Through windscreens at me
They tackle me down
Those policemen in blue
Into a paddy wagon
Grilled window view
Can see it all clearly
Lost and so needy
This was my life once
Now other judges shall rule.

Friday, August 27, 2010

clarity

clarity

* clarity *
Find me the clearness
Clarity of emotion
I see in your eyes
Piercing me to my heart
Slaying doubt completely
Setting all dreams against
A wind turbulent continuous
Making those small omissions
Failures to track truthfully
To the standards set by self
Issues of unimportance
So your dancing eyes speak
There is more to life
Than what to now you sought
What you think you seek
There is this gaze enigmatic
Worth examination of a thousand nights
There are these lips for kissing
Demanding of ten thousand more
There is this intellect bubbling
Which a hundred thousand nights
Would barely bring comprehension
Let alone a level of understanding
Adequate to lose mystery of love
Completeness of fresh passion
As with a look you hold me
In a kiss seal treaty
And with your words bind closely
Past and future moments
In the perfect clarity
Of the wonder of this love.

longer days

longer days

 * longer days *
In these longer days
Those sorrow and loss days
Tears gather remorsefully
Behind facade projecting normality
Conceals the uneven gears
Grating against each other
Of a normal life disrupted
Of hope by sorrow corrupted
A sense of isolation impinges
On every relationship stated
There is no escaping
A loss of connection broadly
To the world around me
As the sorrow infects every cell
Breaks every bone anew
A pain intensely lingering
Of loss and death of feeling
A numbness so cold
As barriers seal you off
Unable to reach across
To others who might save you
As waves completely drown you
A lost soul of sorrow
Unable to shield self from
The chill of life in these longer days
Days of sorrow and loss.

escapes

* escapes *
The moments brief
Escapes serene
From ongoing warring
The turbulent battle
Life's corrisive brush
Of person to person
Life scratched raw
To briefly escape
Fall down rabbithole
Of the otherwhere
Such release found
In moments brief.

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Ever closer

Ever closer

 * ever closer *
The space the space the space
Humanity as a danish dessert
Layer upon layer upon layer
Pressed ever closer together
Such world finds exception
In my antipodean heart
The old land new world
Clinging to coastal edges
By comparison sparsely populated
To the reality of the Old World
Where cheek and jowl standard
Constant presence in landscape
Of humanity in plague proportions
Little doubts these numbers
Encourage famine and disease
Results in clustered madness
Of modern skyward turning cities
People growing raw from constant rubbing
Against each other's presence.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

cuts

cuts

* cuts *
Territorial disputes
The type you don't want involvement
Over a shopping centre parking spot
A neighbour's tree growing under a fence
Loud music in an apartment block
Or perhaps a holy city
In a foreign land
Unbelievers surrounding
Believers formed in ranks
There can be no solution
To territorial disputes with fools
Unending belief all they say is right
Some diety with an unlisted number
Gave them rights to this patch of ground
Or a council of elders
Funnelling some royal command
Or this is how you act
When you are young and free
Just because you are too square
To understand their scene
The language differs with each generation
Yet allows regeneration of disputes
As if the young were never loud before
Never bled for their latest cause
Never thought those older
Had grown cold and lost
Given up without considering the cost
Of how much such surrender meant
To those who would be saved
The new world order young would create
Free of greed and hate and full of love
So the young so clearly see
Dash selves against the temple
Pull down walls placed up
To protect them from own naivety
Yet every generation must find
How idealism when set against reality
Does so savagely and harshly cut.

through dirty windows

through dirty windows

 * through dirty windows *
Peering through dirty windows
Of high street shops of yesteryear
Closed up now and counters covered
Dust inside multiplies
Dead flies litter window ledge
No sense of how these once formed
A busy community hub
Financial centre of commerce
Jobs for those in nieghbourhood
Head of shop traders influential
Councils stocked with high st shop keepers
Now the mega-multi-stores
Empty barns of flourescent light
Dominate our shopping time
Have little time for local community
Serve on no boards
Only part time or casual jobs to offer
Neighbourhood recieves negative returns
On dollars into corporate pockets paid
They slew the high streets with efficiency
Decimated shops from end to end
Ended careers and destoryed value
On the High Street strip
A past glimpsed through dirty windows.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Maintaining humanity

Maintaining humanity

* maintaining humanity *
The processes put in place
To manage our human race
Dams to hold water
Pipes long and broad to deliver
Roads on which to travel
Or railways for too long spurned
Multitude of apartment blocks
Division of earth ever smaller
Into blocks on which we live
And the rich get richer
The poor get hungry
As the processes in place
To maintain human race
At seams begin to split
Standard of living begins to slip
The onward upward spiral slows
Is this as far as human race goes
Bound upon this planet bare
Destroy all life and air
Until we have nothing left
Though rich grow richer
All in conclusion are bereft.

workday hope

workday hope

 * workday hope *
Your smile party bright
A thirties shine to cheekbones
Smoky blue blush cross eyes
Sense excitement in you
A lover waits even if unrequited
The excitement of hope sits
In your stomach and your stance
Almost childlike eagerness imbued
To be out and on your way
Yet too joyous to allow impatience
To rule your attitude today
As you wait for train to stop
Then brisk walk to work
Greetings to all you know
And perhaps a special greeting
To only you know who.

escaping the curse

escaping the curse

* escaping the curse *
Dull insensitive and poor
The triple curse of lower class
They are of course not dull
Their sensitivities not coarse
But they are poor
And the media tell us
For this curse all others follow
If they lived lives of celebrities
How much better their lives would be
This they have to teach their children
15 minutes of publicity worth any infamy
The money received for whoring self
To the new world media order
Makes you a better person
Than those who struggle by
And when the circus has moved on
Another poor freak uncovered to taunt
No one will care if panties on
If drink or drug self into stupor
Crash your car or need rehab
No one will care or pay more
To see how you live with yourself
Sometimes lower classes say
Cure can be worse than the disease.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Monsters

Monsters

 ++ monsters ++
The monsters I have seen and met
Never appeared monstrous and yet
Had about them a lack of balance
Drunk to deeply from ego's chalice
Knew they knew all the world
Our views considered empty words
We did fail to grasp
Magnitude and glory of their plans
Not monstrous just ambitious
So these common monsters believed
Ready to do what must be done
To preserve or enhance the chosen one
A murder here or murder there
Who would notice or truly care
An entire race consigned for genocide
No place for vicitims to run and hide
As if hate seeped from their pores
As if all other wants subservient to theirs
Those monsters of the everyday
A priest scandalous in prayer
Politician who does not care
Foes with hatreds armed
Who beguile and our trust charm
They are the ones to be aware of
The monsters in plain view
Coming after me
And coming after you.

a knight's lament

a knight's lament

 *** a knight's lament ***
Blade is no longer keen
Armour tarnished and crumpled
Visage closes over careworn face
Eyes within dulled and hard
Threadbare is my saddlecloth
Heart ill mended too many times
Those unicorns I once embraced
Would not have me now
There is a muck beneath my skin
A hollowness deep within
No amount of washing can clean
Riches or conquest cannot fill
I thought myself a knight
And as knights be judged
Thought myself valourous and fair
A worthy candidate for Round Table
Should have realised even then
The most respected honoured knight
By his King and the Table
Was the courageous Lancelot
Who betrayed his King
Stole the heart of Guenivere
Who found the knightly virtues
All to heavy to carry forward
Shed them along the way
A man of ideals unimpeachable
Who found such a life unreachable
Now with battered helm
An old soldier's cynical eyes
I look upon the life I wrought
The days of dreams
The falls I had
The emptiness which beckons
And seek a final battle
A fitting bloody closure
To a life lived short of
All the vows I once swore.

Poetry me?

Poetry me?

* poetry me? *
Dead white men in white stockings
Writing down idle thoughts with quills
Is how I think of poets still
And yet you quote them
as if you met and know them
Make me feel illiterate beside
The knowledge you hold inside
An aside about Pope
I cannot recall what he even wrote
Wordsworth and Blake it seems
Populated your days not dreams
With verse and rhythm dip
From your lips I wish to sip
Every morsel of delight there found
Your belief in words so profound
And I who shelter and scribe
Trying this world to describe
Catch a hint of wonder pure
As my words you assure
Possess a whiff of this ancient art
A muse assists me to impart
My thoughts in words contained
Such hubris sowed for your pains.

the dead between

the dead between

 * the dead between *
My dead and your dead
All the dead between
Our lovers few or many
Left on battlefield of dreams
Across their corpses peer
Looking for the marks
Which would make you another casualty
Another loss in this slaughter
Long ago ideals expired
Of honour virtue and truth
See new lovers coming up to the front
How green they are in love
Fresh gristle for the fields
New fertilizer of dreams
And we who have loved before
Each loss removes our gloss
We become a little more jaded
See others fall who have given up
Accept the least and easiest escape
Some lower their sights so low
Suffer self-inflicted injuries
Been more days than I can recall
Yet each wound I still recall
And now a fresh dream encountered
And we gaze across no-man's land
I behind my pile of corpses
And you behind yours.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Warm glow inside

Warm glow inside

 * warm glow inside *
The pride felt inside
The warm glow of well being
When you are seeing
Your offspring succeed
Doesn't have to be much
Just climbing a tree
Building a rabbit hutch
Making new friends at a park
Telling ghost stories in the dark
Perhaps winning a race
They had not wanted to run
Speaking before a group of people
Showing a knowledge of good and evil
Becoming the person you had hoped
You yourself might become
Or changing into someone else
Whi is not you at all
But how proud and tall they stand
The world awaits and they are ready
How proudly you watch
Knowing that in the end
All they achieve or people offend
Is down to who they have become
All your teachings have been absorbed or not
It is their own decisions
Going forward which will count.

Dark rights

Dark rights

* dark rights *
Darkness falls as is its right
Across valleys and fields broad
Shadows small which clung through say
Now unfurl as part of tapestry of night
The light we bring to hold dark back
Extends not much beyond our grasp
Also close the sense of loss
A battle fought and we did not win
The dark has conquered all
And so world stands until the dawn
Till spinning world tilts to catch
Sun beams complete distance race
From star we call our Sun and friend
Illuminate and present day again
Reject the rights of darkness
To hold all we are to ran$om.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Memories bleach

Memories bleach

 * memories bleach * 
I cannot compose you in my head
Imagination's nib cannot recreate
Your face or laugh or smile
Seems you exist not at all
Overthrown by another brightness
A fresh love tormenting
Which obscures all others with its light
You once occupied this place
Where this other does now grace
Then I knew you without thought
No need to recall at all
Ever present in my thoughts
A lighthouse bright illuminating life
Who you were and might be
In my memories if I could but see
To imagine how you looked
How you talked and laughed and shook
How you were when once we were certain
There was no other to take your place
There was no other who could grace
My heart with love and light as you
Yet time has past and so have memories
Bleached by presence fresh and rich
Of who you were I once knew.

Friday, August 20, 2010

after fallen down

after fallen down

 * after fallen down *
These scars should not be present
Is normal abrasions of relationships
The heart is a robust organ
Can conquer all they say
Love which so vast inflates
Provides such music and strength
When removed an abyss formed
And as if in the removing
All seams holding self together
Were also carelessly ripped asunder
The pain exists through all seen and done
Memories taunt and play rough justice
Serve up love's truths as delusions
Shredded before this chill cold wind
Which blows round me through me
And all dimensions of who I am
All the possible outcomes of faith
Only remain as faultlines raw
Scars on scars on wounds still sore
Into darkness turned seems forever more
When relationship fallen down
And all the heavens and all this Earth
Totally proven to be unsound.

Sun shines smiles

Sun shines smiles

** Sun shines smiles **
Birds are tweeting
Sun warms my head
Peeking down city canyons
Breaks a smile cross my head
Sense those other folk
As they chatter and joke
Around me swell of humanity
Awake to potential of this day
Sun has optimism dispensed
By more work than its worth
To oppose Sun given state
So we smile and murmur cordially
As we move about our daily fate.

Corp cycle

Corp cycle

 * corp cycle *
Who said there should be
A drunken farewell to the
Working week complete consumed
As if flood alcoholic
Would return time to frolic
Set aside all slights and humiliations
Of the corporate systems
Designed to keep you in
Servitude and fiscal debt
Including those drinks thrown down
At conclusion of working week
In this darkly desperate corporate town.

Modern Plague

Modern Plague

 * modern plague *
Tired with wrestling snakes
Trying to net sleep escaped
Wearier than Solomon
In more pain than Jonah
Run off your feet by normality
Broken by the jolting wakefulness
Sun glares angry and sharp
Cuts through half closed lids
Tears your thoughts asunder
Pillages sense of well being
This vessel empty of rest
Flinching broken stringed puppet
A jaded modern being
Of cubed offices and LCD complexion
Estranged from Nature's rhythm
Hovering on brink
Of madness or narcolepsy.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

how attractive

how attractive

 * how attractive *
The light in your eyes
Twinkles cheerfully bright
Your smile comes from the heart
Your entire manner contentment
In conversation peace
Never having to raise your voice
The days you have seen left you
A reservoir of memories
And rather than upon regrets
Upon moments marvellous you relate
Dipping pitcher of thoughts
Into this silver bubbling elixir
Drawing forth treasures remembered
And conveying them to those you meet
Not curmudgeonly or grumpy
Any ills concealed
The sweet old lady choosing
Happiness and joy to be.

After the inquiry

After the inquiry

* after the inquiry *
All the coronial inquiries
The long winded statements
Referrals to ministerial diaries
Who ate what at which dinner
Who was meant to be responsible
A Versaille hall of mirrors
Had less angles and paths than this
The constant passing of who or whom
A flurry of noise without sense
A clamour to distract
The dead will always be with us
The deeds done are done
Our sights must hereafter be set
On preventing future disaster
Making strong the processes
Before again we forget.

Fine lady

Fine lady

* fine lady *
The girl is so fine
Matured like finest wine
Born in a year known
For fine women truly grown
Has breasts of paw paw not grape
Lucious full exotic and not fake
Legs extend from hips to ground
The journey followed is profound
The slightest curves and dips
Lead upward to where imagination rips
Her words entice and ignite
Thoughts of pure loving delight
A burning fire magnificent
To which you are constant attendant
Stoking fire of conversation
Opinions shared without reservation
A lady grown close in mind
With whom you wish to entwine.

*Alice

*Alice

* * *    *Alice   * * *
Did you ever greet Alice
Falling down the rabbit hole
Her head where feet should be
As Alice tumbled spinning free
Escaping a world of manners and  lace
A society of know your place
All addressed in utmost piety
As if manners were a sacrament
And Alice fled the demon child
For her imagination far to wild
Hookah pipes and Mad Hatters
Rabbits always placed behind time
All these things she encountered
Ate some of the eat me cake
Drank of the drink me drink
This strange fey lass who did think
And such as she always been
Known by Church and authorities
To be unnatural practitioners of thought
No more and no less than witches
From her corset there was no escape
The hole down which she shot
Did in time Alice regurgitate
I wonder what we might have said
If in passing we did greet
Alice falling head over feet.

Electioneering Time

Electioneering Time

 * electioneering time  *
The politicians have broken out
For it is electioneering time again
They dominate our media
Playing tit for tat
Arguing every coin toss
Refuting every fact
Creating the greatest fiction
Of what they'll do and when
Tyring to win every vote
And no swinging voter offend

From Canberra way they come
Close to the Snowy River
Where Clancy lead the hacks
To regain the colt from Old Regret
Now seems the Truth eludes them
These politicians of fear
Have no teamwork or spirit
Gone as fast as foam on flat beer
If hard work or questions put
None of them as sure footed
As a mountain pony on a mountain side
When asked to explain their numbers
They bluster obfusicate and hide
Looking for an exit
Or they blame the other side

The politicians are loose
With the truth and with the fact
Pick the information they can use
Disregard any evidence which may detract
Play a game hard of pessimism
Would be great to sit back
Admire their skill of nothingism
The ability to talk for hours
Without substance or passion
All their promises worth less
Than a steak to a vegetarian
All this be so amusing
Except these blighters will end up deciding
How our moneys spent
They will live in our Parliament
And leave us to pay their rent.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Town growing pains

Town growing pains

 * town growing pains *
What aches and pains this old town possesses
The days of whales and grain are past
The gold which built bluestone high
Has also exited through treasury vaults
Such riches reside only in history
Mercantile strength and fiscal manoveuring
Are pillars of Melbournian commerce now
The industries have all closed down
Moved to cheaper places offshore
How long till our financial acumen
Is replicated in a country far away
How long until all the jobs are gone
We must all be baristas or unemployed
And who will have the coin
To buy our fine coffee then?

Styx platform fiuvaei

Styx platform fiuvaei

* Styx platform fiuvaei *
Beside the Styx river
Modern developments all the go
Due to the increase in trade
The ferryman is stationmaster
Platforms for the souls arriving
Hades many ports of call
Announced over loudspeaker system
A public address for the dead
Unintelligible in any language
Corpses clamber abroad crowded carriages
Often find themselves misdirected
Tickets on final journey's arrival invalid
Must once more travel to final destination
Pay again the grim faced ferryman
Not once for the trip but twice.

Sea above

Sea above

 * sea above *
The sea of sky above
A heavy swell today
Reefs of blue overwhelmed
Sense rolling waters overhead
A storm to come crashing down
We below await this sea
Canopy of filtered light
All is insipid dusk
Shadows cling close to heels
Or do not exist at all
Wrapped and bound in heavy clothes
We brutal conquers of this Earth
Await the sea of sky to fall.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

RBA day

RBA day

 * RBA day *
The RBA proclaim today
The economy is okay
Inflation going well
Interest rates need not swell
Our forecasts are for good
No great rises in services or food
The mines are selling offshore
Balancing consumer calls
Need for exported goods
Balanced by resources and farmgoods
Our wheat and coal and steel
The new Australian lucky deal
As rest of the developed world retreats
Seems we have the best seats
To watch Asia prowl and grow
Feed the maw of demand for more
Be a partner in new global order
All this the RBA predicts
And we poor taxpayers hope the story sticks.

Slaying the Latham

Slaying the Latham

 * slaying the Latham *
They let the Latham out
Foaming at the mouth
Microphone in manic grip
A certain glint in his eyes
The insanity of one
Who has licked the altar of power
Been ejected from the temple
Razor cut temper
A flair for words extreme
A mad-eyed militant dreamer
A walking belt of explosive invective
A one man Messiah
Leading us all in the wilderness
He had his four minutes of fame
All since has been torrid infamy
Turn him off and walk away
There are only so many minutes of entertainment in
a sliding burning car crash
Slow motion political train wreck
Put the Latham down
Decapitiate the squealing head
This mindless screaming mule
Neutered twisted bitter asp
Shove our heel upon Latham's head
Rip his spine from squirming body
And cast this blighted mutant
Into gutter of the forgotten.

* after the dogs *

* after the dogs *

 * after the dogs *
Limp swan curls inward
A broken number two
Right wing hangs dislocated
Summer blinds after storm
Those eyes which transfix
Seeds dead of hope
Lifting and falling on waves
Discarded mat of weeds
The end closer still
Green light at end of jetty
Feathers brittle and beak dry
The end none to soon.

after illed

after illed

 * after illed *
Death and darkness
Cold livers chilled
The lack of pulse
Breath frozen stilled
Time collapses completely
Perceptions forever distilled
Darkness and death
Last actions willed.

Friday, August 13, 2010

How it were and is

How it were and is

  * how it were and is *
The old travel trunk is lined
Wallpaper and newspaper
Harks back to another age
Of journeys taking weeks
Not a swift day long flight
Of Empire travelled to in ships
Waterways the travellers highways
Between one continent and the next
Where the Captain's table was an honour
Crossing the dateline celebration
Rather than a plastic fork and knife
A tray of warmed up eratz food
Provided at 20000 feet
By a crew who dreamed of excitement
Found themselves instead
Nursemaids and butlers to fractious passengers
Packed three to space set for two
Either heading home to work
Or flying off for brief desperate respite
From the mundane monstorousity
Of everyday the same old life

Christopher Robin beware

Christopher Robin beware

 * christopher robin beware *
Desperate inclusive weasels
Malevolent engineering moles
The commons and the woodlands
Brilliant bitter and obscene
Owls outting homosexual water-rats
Pigeons pimping drab pea-hens
The smaller forests and greens
Workhouses for vermin living well beyond their means
Bullying belligerent badgers
Snuff addicted scatological squirrels
The parklands and copses of trees
A twilight grotesque for those who can see.

Drunk words

Drunk words

 * drunk words *
Drunken words of Summer
Buzzed by drunken bee
High on flower's nectar
Buzzing wild and free
A hundred thousand pardons
To fellows in the hive
These flowers are so bright
Summer air makes one so light
Want to buzz and fly all night
Suck life's marrow raw
A bee dreaming of honeycomb rich
Carrying Summer's treasure
To become Winter edible pleasure
All in duty beneath Summer sun
Of a drunken swerving bee.

Rise

Rise

* Rise *
The echoes from the castle walls
Overwhelm the valley which falls
The brook a river broad becomes
The rising hills as mountains rise
And through the seed of single kiss
A passion grows of deep rooted bliss
Entwined and inseparable as my heart
Each beat of blood also of love
My days give meaning devout
No greater sacrament than your mouth
As lips in delight press
Rose petals red which connect
Frisson of electricity cross
A spark of life and love's breath
An eternal selfless love
From first meeting until death.

Kings of Orleans

Kings of Orleans

 * Kings of Orleans *
These Kings of Orleans
Bright fellows jousting
Second sons expendable
Sowing wildest oats
Travelling circus of vices
For such as these incorrigibles
Field of Gold created
The best and worst of two kingdoms
In valourous combat to perform
Reflect vigour of their nations
In peacock vain finery proclaim
Riches of their King
To joust until chargers weary
Sore bones to rest return
To pavillions long and laden tables
Of mead and pork and royal wine
Till unsobered and stuffed full
A general collapse of all the company
Time to dream for these
Metal clad armoured Kings of Orleans.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

What bronzed Aussies become

What bronzed Aussies become

 * what Bronzed Aussies become *
Frailing blob of blubber
Bubbling bobbling ballast
Fast food history displayed
All those burgers and pizzas
Layered around your organs
Forming seal thick gelantious bark
The mid life extension built
An unsightly wobbling verandah
Over what was once an entertainment park
Now merely serving as a sewer pipe
Such an inevitable decline
Unpleasant to observer and participant alike
The steel of youth replaced
With limp soggy noodle construction
Resilience ebbed away
Seepage occurred watching television
A constant drip during sedentary work
Confronting a PC not a pick
The tanned bronzed Aussie metamorphosising
Into the pale half-brother of Gollum
The young boisterous larrikin become
The nosey noisy bugger
To this we all must succumb
Our Australian vices overwhelm
The obesity of a nation free
Evident in every you and every me.

Wisdom reached?

Wisdom reached?

* Wisdom reached? *
I can no longer carry lies
as nimbly simply as once I did
Detritus of age gathers
A rolling stone of conscience
Realising actions have consequences
Free lunches do not exist
The zipless f*ck a myth
Maybe some once they did
More often shadows and echoes
Obligations iceberg deep
5 per cent you can see
95 per cent outside your sight
Trailing commissions of social obligation
The ball of tangled string gathered
May so easily entangle you
All this wisdom gathered
Makes a paralysis of action
To not do and so commit
To all the terms and conditions
For to some a simple kiss
The strongest form of contract
Unbinding unbreakable inescapable
When all you had desired
Was a thimbleful of bliss.



Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Newton's seed

Newton's seed

* Newton's seed *
An apple sliced exact in half
Falls apart and reveals
Orbiting seeds a kernel
A miniature solar system
Within a universe much greater
And these seeds planetary
Each can bring forth life
An entire tree from one planted
In producing a tree replicate
Not once but as many times
As each harvest of every apple
And within each apple each seed
Such dimensions of growth
An expansion plain to see
Now look beyond the seed
Apple universe in which exists
Beyond the tree
Beyond the earth in which tree sits
Beyond the world of this tree
Beyond our solar system vast
Beyond galaxy greater still
Beyond all comprehension and form
Then you might in part grasp
Infinite complexity of our universe.

end of week romance

end of week romance

* end of week romance *
The lights go down
Sun already in bed
Hopes are rising for some fun
Bar's half full when you walk in
As night progresses
A smile a wink a grin
Soon in the corner comparing pasts
People we know and places been
Quickly seems you are not a stranger
An instant connection alcohol enhanced
Might be a chance for you
To see me without my pants
The musics loud and chatter harsh
Escape into the cool night air
Where we go doesn't really care
A place we both know for another drink
Caffine loaded makes pause to think
Words grown more scarce now
Appraising looks grown freer
Lean in and taste latte froth
Rich on lips seductively soft
A sweaty palm resting on your knee
Your arm entwined around my back
Just for balance and heat you see
Another kiss smothers words
Press against your divine curves
No words are found to say
As long periods of gazing deep
Into eyes so bright and a greater leap
Perhaps we should head on home
Pop in and see my untidy home
A pause distinct then decision made
We rise and coffees paid
Head out the door into chill air
And we both don't really care.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

* war in beds *

* war in beds *

* war in beds *
Violent flames of Spring
In my flower beds declared
A war of beauty fierce
The dandelions glower
As camillas pinkly pout
Roses try and rise above
Violets and daisies clamour
All of them desire attention
From busy courting bee
Perennials shrieking me me me
Lawn is a swathe of green
Neutral ground inbetween
Those nectar lairs false
Lure the bees with offers rich
Conceals desire spread their pollen
Isn't Nature a superficial bitch.

sea break

sea break

* sea break *
Give me sky
Crashing waves raw
Crisp rich salt air
Call of hungry seagulls
Crunch of shells underfoot
Stench of bait on the pier
Where fishermen dangle lines
Curse as jetting squid pulled up
Away from these closed streets
Hollow canyons of commerce
The people wearing hangman masks
Grey suits and cow hide satchels
All the rushed abrupt messaging
Soberness of tired funeral directors
Lockjaw for the soul
Allow escape to the Cape
To coast and sea and beach
To shrieks of laughter
And seaside sunset happy ever afters.

poppins end

poppins end

 * poppins end *
My heart a lodestone grey
Heavy rough hewn and ill set
Cement of affectation crumbles
Wall of love succumbs
To constant waves of irritation
Undermining seepage of domestic toil
The death of all we are
Began with the death of me
The expiration of you
Instead we dressed in parant clothes
Took on father and mother roles
Became the cliches of our nightmares
No almost perfect nanny to repair
Fractured broken unit we have become.

Flamed

Flamed

* flamed *
In a flicker of flame
An ill word spoken
Action which cannot be condoned
The moth to oblivion
Relationship exterminated
Such easy metaphors Nature provides.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Eclipse

Eclipse

 * eclipse *
A gradual eclipse of intent
A slumberification of fact
All existence nulled
More zeros than a
Donut factory on overtime
Eyes heavy stapled open
A distinctive death set forth
Flame and flood and egg flan
Served after use by date
Set your expiry date
A simple bacteria
Dividing to toxic intensity
Creating a slumberification
Total eclipse complete.

The Sleeplessness *

The Sleeplessness *

 * the sleeplessness *
Sleep would not claim me
Not a young man's issue
These are tired bones
In an older tired body
Hours spent in repose
Seem wasted upon waking
As if eyes had not closed
Brain stumbles on simple things
Names elude verbal grasp
Concepts dissipate in mist
All thoughts fragmentary
A fog of numbness
Obscures daylife brightness
As weave way desperate towards
The ending of the day
Another opportunity to sleep
Perchance to dream rest restored.

Friday, August 6, 2010

High king writes

High king writes

 * High King writes *
The High King of Persia did dispatch
A messenger on white steed fast
To Acre borne on speedy hooves
His imperial will swiftly move
Across the sands and along the roads
Past merchant caravans winding slow
Through the gaps in rock and stone
Rider and horse melded as blood and bone
Message in satchel against his chest
Brief stops for water but never rest
A mission commanded to message bring
To Acre by the grand bazaar
Where palace rises most fair
Through the gate messenger waved
Passed nubian slaves and maids busy
All fulfilling High King's will
Messenger dismounted in one bound
Horse a special place in stables found
Message delivered messenger sleeps
Knowing on the morrow he will be called
To deliver an answer from High King's harem
For within is the burning love
Which as he travels High King misses
These love messages sent so very special
Reason for messengers sent
Fresh dispatch jasmine scented
Presented to the messenger to deliver
And half a day out he passes
Another of the High King's messengers
For the messages flow like rivers.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Why poeticize

Why poeticize

 * why poeticize *
Why write the words
How do you visualise them
As stains seeping into porous skin
Tattoos of your thoughts
Or something more valiant
With virtues endowed
Not advertising or tabloid banter
Neither loose fiction or bald fact
A knightly grouping of words
Each poem a roundtable
All sentences equal
Speak of the echoes
Behind words and behind night
Something magnificent unseen
A glorious grail only hinted at
Words rise now galvanised
Those used by unwashed all
In statements of businessmen
Or filched from gutter school brawl
Those words are appraised
Given new value unique
Allocated and placed
Be both strong and be meek
Tell of all our dreams
Our flaws and our strengths
Walk all the byways
We never would have tried
Guide our minds illuminated
To secrets sacred and divine
The poetry of lovers
Poems of revolutionary acts
Odes to simple vessels
Psalms god given contracts
All of them written
By men and women natural
Nothing godlike in there actions
They were as we are
Can reach across centuries
Or minutes to eagerly twist
Our thoughts to new horizon
Rolling waves kissing yellow beach
Rumble of traffic heavy
Images small through viewfinder
When displayed and examined
Suddenly grow vast
These poetic thoughts arrayed
Lances set now for charge
Horses nervously stepping
From one hoof to the other
Waiting the final order
To glory or slaughter
So always the way
When poetry placed in waiting
For passing reader to read.

Past Poet

Past Poet

* Past Poet *
The ink stained fingertips
Beard of coarse rusting barbed wire
Eyes absentmindedly gazing out
A pot belly grown large from musings
This is the older poet
Designated owner of a stool
At the local coffeeshop
Capable of making a long black last
Through two drafts and rewrites
A highly successful poet
Four books published
Shortlisted for State prizes thrice
Twice a finalist in the Women's Weekly
Once won the Outer Eastern Library competition
Earns less annually than the dole
And holes worn deep into his shoes
A car which runs irregularly
And a need to drain the financial blood
Of lesser writers by
Providing classes on prose and rhyme
How to get published
All without ever mentioning
How such success will inevitably
Erode their standard of living.

Otters in tights

Otters in tights

 * otters in tights *
Days of white satin
Otters in tights
Long rock and roll musicals
Never sounded right
Dreams of the Pharoahs
Plinth stone in place
Chasing immortality
Never winning the race
Sands conceal secrets
Words obscure truth
Always the rich get richer
The poor without a roof
Food is processed
Our news is entertainment
This new world stinks
Refugees in containment
Vote for whom you like
Don't mean a damn
Politicians always get in
As normal as bread and jam.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Truckstop special

Truckstop special

* Truckstop special *
Oh raw diddly
Liver brains and kidney
Cat's breakfast rare
Small meats feasting fare
Lightly fried till ready
Needs a stomach steady
Some fried bread dipped in grease
Perhaps an egg to ease
Entire dish down the throat
Pool of gravy on which to make it float
Is a traditional long driving meal
Which truck drivers consume with zeal
Mopping up the entire plate
Before facing their daily fate.

To you pknow who

To you pknow who

 * to you pknow who *
Oh the woe of the typo
Mispelt word after word
Blame the tiny keys
Keyboard unsteady and old
So many reasons found
Lack of sleep or bad nerves
Earthquake unsteadying ground
Sunlight in your eyes
All of these are barefaced lies
The fault for typos exists
At the other end of fingertips
The author who should be named
Brought forward condemned and shamed
However due to an error
In transposing an email address
(Another form of typo I guess)
Has become forever lost in the internet.

Common Domestic Commuter

Common Domestic Commuter

 * common domestic commuter *
The common domestic commuter
Idenitifable by the shades of frustration
Prone to bloom when services disrupted
Trains delayed or cancelled
Standing atop tired platforms
Built in some great boom era
Than the prosperous one in which we now exist
When infrastructure meant things completed
Not political campaign promises disregarded
The common domestic commuter
Identifiable by the hang dog look
The sadly beaten nervous stare
The terror at each announcement
That another train has been shunted
A powerline has come down
An incident at a station has train delayed
(To be heard as police investigating an assault)
The common domestic commuter
Wary of all manner of things on seats
Chewing gum or ink or paint stains
From some noxious puerile vandals
With less imagination than a cardboard box
Sprayed an assortment of obscenities
Upon the walls windows and seats
Left as a reminder of where mommy failed
But the education system assisted their spelling
The common domestic commuter
Hardy and resourceful
As a Russian peasant
Often held down and enslaved
Yet if this sleeping giant ever stir
Commuters rise as one
Be a revolution bloody
Transport minister crucified at a rail crossing
The Premier tied to the tracks
Which lead to the train drivers lunchroom
Oh what uncomparable soaring joy then
To be a common dometic commuter
The fire of madness fully lit
Wide eyes caught in reflection
Of burning carriages and stations
Riots breaking out due to overcrowding
Miles of track pulled up
And in great heaps burned
As common domestic commuters
Dance around and around
No longer concerned by timetables
By getting to where they need to be
Instead naked and wild and free
Unhinged and unbound from trainlines
No long completely stationary
Ready to soar ever upward
Metamorphis of common domestic commuter complete.