Beechworth Streets #22: some where

there is always a way always a where to go when your direction is home when your place is a little bit further on when you need some aid always a place if you can read the signs there is always a where ~

guardian of the flame

if I were the one who came to steal your fire would you hide yourself hide the heat from me or would you take my hand place it near the flame on the flame in the flame to be the flame if I were the one would you hide the fire ~ Poem #332 from …

Voices #11: famous

I was a template someone used my facsimile in a movie I think that he was famous I wish that I was famous ~ Poem #11 from a series of poems heard while on a visit to a second hand goods market and gathered together as: Voices in the Trash (and the Treasure). Back to …

in three shades

cover you in blue you are the cold palette transparency like ice you in blue I cover you yellow like a sun the paint gone from the cup you are the warm the bright I smother you in red volcano brooding fire boiling bubbling stuff thrown in the air the lava flow across the yellow …

Voices #10: waiting (ready)

in case of fire call the bucket brigade they are waiting for the summons for any summons hanging around at beck and call waiting ~ Poem #10 from a series of poems heard while on a visit to a second hand goods market and gathered together as: Voices in the Trash (and the Treasure). Back …

Beechworth Streets #21: for your old soul

I’m going to pray for your soul going to pray for your soul going to pray the way my old old bible says going to pray hallelujah going to say a prayer send it right to you going to pray for your old soul and that is all (that is all) ~ Apologies to anyone …

gunmetal (bye)

gunmetal the sky gunmetal just because the white is passing on wings brightened by a low hung sun and as the rags disperse the blue becomes a day concealed by gunmetal drifting by goodbye goodbye ~

Voices #09: my dance card

to the dance floor it is time for you and I a twirl around a glide I have been waiting too long I want your name now to fill my dance card ~ Poem #09 from a series of poems heard while on a visit to a second hand goods market and gathered together as: …

imagine: aquiver

a folding knife for his pocket he kept it sharp open close open close he threw it back first he threw it point outwards he threw while he was moving his target a close pattern of small slits from practice hours and practice hours a folding knife open in his hand a stabbing motion into …

Beechworth Streets #20: dousing (CFA – Country Fire Authority)

in the event of flame in a time of fire gone wild when heat rises all around you my doors will open I will come I will douse them all * with a nod to S&G ~