Tuesday 21 August 2007

Serpentine Day

A princess went riding
on the back of a dragon
a komodo he was
lickety firefly tongue.

Past three lava hills
glowing and belching
under a skylight orange
that showed them the way.

And in one of his talons
he held up a palm tree
fanned back the heat
and the sand fly storms.

And when the moonshine lay resting
they drank from the river
and swam there in secret
on serpentine day.

Wednesday 15 August 2007

dust + time = life

This branch we lay
is young like plastic
a straight up fuckin baby.
Not tested
or yet sunned to wood,
as killjoys
who misunderstood
will pass the time of day like this
so see through
and so fickle.

tick ..... wait
tock .... wait
wait some more and longer

tick ..... wait
tock .... wait
wait some more and longer

See natures' watch
it moves so slow
like Judith Wrights old cycad
not plastic now
not cleanskin wine
a fiery brew
old frankenstein
makes crisp fresh air from musty slime
and culture
out of jihad

Wednesday 8 August 2007

Back with a huff and a puff

wake up
wake me up
from this slumber I keep
my eyes are blunted

the city billows blow
the billows blow

shake me
shake me up
from this autumn I keep
my heart confronted

the city billows blow
the billows blow

face me
face up to me
I know that you're singing
but my ears are drowned out

the city billows blow
the billows blow

.......... and then
the magnolia trees in Orwell Street
spring into life again.
The air seems more see through
and the sandman himself
goes to sleep.
Birds find holy trees and X
still marks the spot
of last nights' pinpoint
crucifiction.

the city billows blow
the billows blow