flat stones and round stones

flat black dark silver grey wintery watery cancerian december
sun’s hiding running freeing itself from the morbid intensities
seldom sure slightly sarcastic sadly solid solidly slight safe in solidarity
such is life!

barefeet

as lights blinker on empty streets
little oxygen escapes with gold
in your hair…you smile
protecting hearts…long distance
slight tinkle in the beats
a need…a want…then emptiness

any

item
today
will
be
five
dollars

moon sickles grey fluff

ihavehadenough
christmas twins forgotten
goneeeeeeee are the raining chins
ggggggggggone are the smiling whims
a chalk on black slate
two aunts running in rain
years gone hopes fled
juhu tara gains an ugly name

bleed soft

Ink imposter shaving error
borders on brave new world
band aid songs cut through hours
red is going. red is gone

sylvia smiles. wounds wanna be victorious
rains sun draught africa cries
queen is vacuum like a song
santa broken showing fingers

barrel

filled with blank shots
blank blank blank blank blank blank
do you feel lucky

a long

empty pipe
hollow at both ends
nothing no air
not even vacuum inside

the woman

he slept with last night
was someone’s true love
as vengeance reddened
every spark..

i will hold my poison

no throw it nor let it go
plough skulls on a red field
its about me.
let leaves drop
and lives go as grey waters sleep
sea see-saws
it’s about me…

Is Jemma dead

its detox
the sea blows like a plough a sythe
a psythe
a grey blue sanity massed
gentle as a violin
am i sad
relief after a storm no
earthquake
no famine – sukha
winds rising coming rains
sands blowing trumpet
do i care

leaves

leaves million myriad bouncing suns
one world bouncing blackening bob the builder
a chariot a cherry a dream eternal spree
a fancy a love an infatuation is shining fancy me?
a white cross a smile a empathy a million miles mourning me

why do i sleep on sunny arvos

on brownish velvet uni couches
like a homeless person…finding
solace in the familiar…grey
world of litt pitt and wax towers
blue water fountains and white birds

sonnet songs

cicada confused on wooded weed vile sweet everlasting sounds
sun reflects your pale skin with a million mole dots brownish black
you are slim. you are white. a bit confused. a bit too slim. a bit nice.
you are not half an island nor a nightingale’s swan seagull nor song
you are bloodred flower singing summer spring slight dream pale not white
you are eyes in the uni book shop as i read milk honey. just a sip. not too
potent
you stay rooted to my unfelt tears that come softer than dew with no feelings
no shame as the eyes look at me. ask me to follow her. my hair has grown. i’m
back
i care but do not show. summer is setting passions on fry as maple’s green still
in an ancient jungle that alexander fell, died. historians made a false fable
fail
sunlight bounces on grey green tar roads windows glass blond hair toughened by
time

shout

a bright sunny day who needs emma
mind over matter. heart over head
yeti gets up. samson shines. am back

warm shower

YMCA window shadows maples on Pitt
Warm sprays refrigerates frozen beans
Sea and Ski keeps me alive. Lisa smiles
Moon fully drunk bounces on window pane
Sky tower shows of its two colours
what’s it to me?

scorpion blood

fatique captures dolphin in the sky
green sea rolls over mission bay devonport
devouring slights creating volcanic ripples
red shines
black bruises