way poem #10: a court farewells its king

when the tomb was bared the king appeared to be at rest his face towards home his hands held in peaceful pose the queen lay beside him in her separate space she too was serene as though no more than sleeping a maid had twisted from her side to gaze up skywards the cousin seemed …

rocket seeds and a helpful drip

you're picking seed-balls out of lettuce coloured in oranges and browns and we take a moment to marvel at nature this is the first season of our garden its only modest but every night there's an offering with dinner and now the roquette has gone to seed we walked this morning to the river brought …

pigeon philosopher

he got an old cable drum from Telecom looked like nothing at all looked like a massive cotton-reel narrow centre flared wide ends he decided to section up some spare pine-board cut to size and tacked around the outside of the thing to board it up when he made three entry holes and sat it …

mysterious woman (and duck)

she's a bit of a mystery woman lives two doors up behind a high brick wall that's a little out of the usual on our avenue an ageing blonde with slavic black brows and a painful limp speaks italian friendly enough to me and to the lesbian girls next door and to old frank over …

lagoon #16

such a difference in just a short time it is hard to recognise the lagoon now the ground covered by water has receded it is larger than a puddle and has some time left but it has been ravaged around the edges a darker colour where the ground is moist a little wider the green …

secrets

whispered by a confidant breeze to ears of grass that reached as high as the sky is tall now with burden bowed their heads nod down nod down to the ground they bend so low oh how they wish they’d paid no heed ignored the vex of that soft zephyrous moan but too late now their own they …

And So To Work

the sun of morning east casts tower shadows to drape Collins Street in filter light across the backs of scurry workers on pilgrimage to their place of crusts and earnings and the rituals of grinding for another day the tedium of noise and hurry again wakes edifice and asphalt from slumber with the metal grind …

a departure by the boy child

there was talk again today of el niño coming to an end like the end of a season or an equinox how will we know I wonder when it has occurred will a wet begin it's late and I should be asleep but I'm up and thinking about the boy child the wind is sounding …

way poem #9: poor saturations

how much oxygen in your fingers? one hundred per cent sat ninety-five how your lungs must work so when you love your cigarettes do you know that this is dying I wonder do you care light another cigarette old friend of mine old fool ~ how much oxygen in your fingers? eighty-eight percent sat eighty-three …

way poem #8: journey by boat

mother night I have grown weary for the sea of this sky is long and I have crossed her one end to another above the earth I’ve blown my sun boat that glowed golden is leading me towards my home ~ mother night come take me to your arms where I may rest for I’ve …