the loquat flower:the frost:the winter

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 …

harmony (minor)

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 …

breakfast dance

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 …

picture window

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 …

outline of today

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 …

reflection

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 …

late shift and the lonely bull

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 …

smiling home

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 …

gravel and shell

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 …

sleep in the dark of the moon

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 …