the loquat tree is flowering white on the first frost day of Autumn I object to this fact on principle I object to the chill so soon after a poor excuse for Summer with hardly any real heat and barely any sun far too much of rain and here far far too briefly I'm bracing … Continue reading the loquat flower:the frost:the winter
if we harmonise a minor chord we can make the wind blow-woe-woe ooo ooo I feel the thrum of you deep inside me a vibration ooo-ooo woe-woe-woe-woe o-ohhhhh-ohhhh o-ohhh-ohh I watch you change the shape you are holding your mouth you close your eyes ohhh-ohh ohhh-oh-woe-woe ohhh-oh woe-wo ooh-oooh I watch you oooh-oooh we harmonise … Continue reading harmony (minor)
Poem #20 from: A Lizard Life Back to A Lizard Life - Introduction taking my lizard for a walk on a lead doffing our hats to each person we see into a café where I hold the door for my lizard who enters with a crawl cross the floor and I’ll have a ‘cino the … Continue reading breakfast dance
the over-sized glass is noticeable eye-catching in its own right taller than a man standing almost as wide as the room boundaries marked by the thick full-height timber of adjoining sashes one each side of the main window the outlook presents in squared format as through the view-finder of my instamatic this morning the sun … Continue reading picture window
no hunt today for exotica no creatures on the run there’s only oak trees waving while they wait for Spring socks on the line jiggle in the breeze underwear oh my oh my around they go on the rotary hoist around they go to dry magpie finds the highest branch precarious is not an issue … Continue reading outline of today
Poem #19 from: A Lizard Life Back to A Lizard Life - Introduction the progress is slow even for this cautious one he approaches stops bobs his head low peers forward wary looks to each side behind weaves forward opens a wide yawn and his-s-s-s fierce and sharp silence hisses in return a step forward … Continue reading reflection
do you remember 'the lonely bull' a slow brassy number done by some ensemble from mexico they were popular for awhile I don't ... remember that is not really but these half dozen trumpet notes are playing over and over in my head sort of soothing almost nuisance and I'm sure they come from that … Continue reading late shift and the lonely bull
Poem #18 from: A Lizard Life Back to A Lizard Life - Introduction the smile of the lizard is a trick of the light for the face of a lizard is stone as the day hurries past between shadow and bright full relief is a lizard alone but when night falls hard and the dark … Continue reading smiling home
I believe I will die a bent and wizened shape in a contorted body frame it is because of gravel gravel and shell when I was a young boy the gravel at the roadside from the blue-metal and bitumen edge to the gutter and the … Continue reading gravel and shell
Poem #17 from: A Lizard Life Back to A Lizard Life - Introduction he climbed up on the star-way stair up until he reached the moon licked both lips with his broad blue tongue and he ate her right out of the sky in the dark replete he curled himself around tail to nose he … Continue reading sleep in the dark of the moon
