Friday, December 13, 2013
Take me back to the beach
where I’ll negotiate with
water’s balming reach.
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
In black permanent texta
component parts of three hybrid dinosaurs
form a being between herbivore and carnivore
one by one walk along a jagged line -
I hope this child keeps drawing.
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Leave your stuff behind! Is
the student anthem having once
landed a space at the crowding Fisher
Leave it behind so when you get back,
you’ll have it again!
Like bagging a seat in the 1990s.
Monday, December 9, 2013
The vagaries of light
firing along parallel lines
align with vicissitudes
of daily being with others
seesawing close to here.
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Another piece by the Redfern artist:
a balaclava garbed head at rest on
the kerb near the station, following
a pair of gloves, an eternity can or two -
who made these and what more will
they make to render my walk worthwhile.
You would be less without wishful thinking
less hopeful of whales coming over horizons
less sure the crocodile will appear ‘round the bend
less certain a wedge-tailed eagle will scavenge
on that carrion alongside the road
less open to the dog’s lick on your hand
less pleased at the black cockatoo’s squawk
less optimistic that the turtle will bob its head up
- once more.
Let’s keep thinking all those wishes then,
better than kissing away such worthy mights.
Saturday, December 7, 2013
to magnify the text: viola, bassoon, cello,
and it is as if the trees have broken into song,
that the song roots, blossoms, thrusts
deep toward the still center, and overspreads
the sky like a million breathing leaves.”
—John Engels, from “Vivaldi in Early Fall,” The Iowa Review (vol. 8, no. 4, Fall 1977)
Friday, December 6, 2013
I once walked
along the Pacific
my one year old
on cliff tops
while a shark
and I didn’t
call out to
with me so as
not to wake
Talking Heads sung love me ‘til my heart stops
love me ‘til I die - they could have added lift me right up, inside to out, love me ‘til I’m whole.
Sacrilege I know to offer lyrics to a perfect song but I think it can handle som supine opining.