a dusting of brown (turning into black)

I thought the smokethat rosefrom the firewas enough of and by itselfit took overall our lives breathing the deathof our forestswas confronting and I felt as lowas personwho holdssuch thingsin his heartcan feel butin a world ofone-offastonishmentsand dismay laid on I should notbe surprisedthere is alwaysone more thing the topsoilof new south waleshas risen upto … Continue reading a dusting of brown (turning into black)

finished (another tall story)

when I was a boy not more than a childallowedto wander alone a rodand a linea tangle just waitingwere companions to me the dogsometimesas wellon a small walkfrom home to a small creekthat ran throughthe town where there were sometimessmall fishin small poolsthat a small boymight catch ohjoyous accident oh happyday and the creekwhen it … Continue reading finished (another tall story)

pretty (was)

it’s a prettylittle townhere we areon main streetthe municipal officesrise proudhalfway downthe blockthat shopthereis the newsagentacross the roadthe pharmacysix daysa weekbakery bunsare a treatthey do pinklamingtonson every major cornerthere’s a pubthis townhas a thirstyou knowand the gardens(memorial)are a hundredand fiftyyears oldbunya pineswith their prickle leavesrise upinto the skythe next streetdownhas the oldest housesweatherboard wallstin roofson … Continue reading pretty (was)

a week is a long time (is no time)

I guessit always happens I guess thatthisis how it happens guessa week has gone byalready and the newsthat’s in the paperswants to lovethe ministerandwants to hatethe minister and social mediaalready knowswho has to go who must bepunished the storiesare growingday by day there is going to besome hardshipbutthe argument is all aboutmoneyyesand money no who … Continue reading a week is a long time (is no time)

a metaphor that is (a dying star)

in the clarityofa sultry night I see the starsby smokeunveiled betelgeusethey sayis growing redbeforeits dying I can’t see thatcan’t see beyondthe mapthat warnsof firedown below but I watch the starsI watchand wonderwhichis betelgeuse which oneis redand dyingis it somewhere nearmount buffalo somewhere nearmerrimbulaormogo maybe batlow maybeanywhereat allthat is terrestrial maybebetelgeuseis justa metaphor ~

no need (to weep)

through the nighta gatheringof foul perched above my headwhere I laysleeping and I felt itas a gentle wheezeeach timeI took a breath and I felt itas a tear that fellfrom my eyeseachin turnwithout my knowledgeand withouta provocation thoughmy dreams were strange troubledby this grey momentin time and who is to saythat’s not a reasonand enoughfor … Continue reading no need (to weep)

with (headache) air in mind

breathing headache airatthree ay-em it crept inunderneaththe hallway door and squeezed aroundthe rubber sealthat keeps my windowclosed there is no wayto sleepthrough thiswhen the particles are upand dancing I try to readthe midnight news alreadyI am outof date I find that I can’t helpbut feelthe world has movedwhile Iwas tryingso hardto remain asleep who remembers … Continue reading with (headache) air in mind

the way (of the dinosaurs)

oh godthe sun that used to showsuchmellow shades has coloured allthe earth a cloudthat wasonceeucalypt is a girdletight and the sun setsredwherever wherever itmay fall Ithink I knowthe wayof the dinosaurs chokedto deathon spittlethat once upona timewas air who can breathethis stuff who canlivein this stuff firesare temporarybut the stuffyou know stuffis forever everever it … Continue reading the way (of the dinosaurs)

listen to (the reddest and most silent)

on the smokiestday beneath the reddestsun I singa canary song listento mesing I trill italoudso you can hear thenI draw another breath take it deepinside myself change ittransform itso thatyour ears might hear have youthe earsto hear meas my voicegrows quiet and still holds nopower nono power no more but it soundsin just the waythat … Continue reading listen to (the reddest and most silent)