Thursday, July 22, 2010
undecided-
The rain cannot decide which way to fall.
Balling up and fraying in damp air- It flies like wispy mist and whirls its fingers tips.
The rain cannot decide which way to fall.
It hangs it's fragile coat on thinner spiderwebs and dribbles down the tiles to sit on gutters, swinging dangly legs.
The rain cannot decide which way to crawl.
You’d hardly feel it on your lashes it's so undecided and two minded. Double standard and two sided.
The rain cannot decide which way to fall… if it had a say at all.
Friday, July 16, 2010
consumed-
Spreading it's fingers inward and under the cloud cloak above, fingering out those of us who hunger for summer days and light.
If you catch that moment of sunshine in the earliest hours of the day-
If you are lucky enough to have one morning where you are not caught up on a tram, a bus or cooped up in the car-
Then join me on my one morning.
You'll find me on the suburban hilltop.
Under the mock oak.
With dead leaves and magpie carols rainng down on me in the brittle light.
While the traffic roars in the distance and my canine companion circles hopefully about my feet-
For that brief moment life has never been more beautiful-
As the sun clasps warmly to my wind ruffled cheeks.
It's a moment to breath before the sun is consumed and the day begins.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
menagerie-
the steady circus of my life
it's the beating of the big dog tail
and the little dog pacing strife
the budgie sings his telephone
then answers himself 'hello'?
the rain taps on the window
and the fire chatter-crackle-bellows
I am a clown and ringmaster
keeping time with all these arts
but I'm steadily wondering when it will cease
and pack-up the circus carts
Friday, June 4, 2010
lawless-
Monday, May 17, 2010
the dance-
like life in the balance
a whisper poised to share
Feel the dawn-cold scrape your fingers
feel the life blood as it lingers
a dancer poised and ready in mid-air
Thursday, April 29, 2010
soul weary-
singing to the breathless air
sometimes I find my soul stretched thin
screaming and screeching a harrowing din
sometimes I find my soul bared wide
gulping and gasping everything inside
then sometimes I find my soul at peace
when all of the clamors in my heart beat cease
yet still again there is a soul at rest
and this is when I love the world best
Friday, March 26, 2010
night swim-
big bear dog breaths
darkness falls
wind sighs in the eves
water ripples
dancing green pool light
evening exhales
damp soft in the night
summer evening
calms hot airless day
wouldn't you hope
life was always this way?
Friday, March 5, 2010
may I have this dance-
it rattles, rolls and frolics in my brain
its wistful waltz and jazzy jitterbug
reach out to sweep-and-sway a taunting strain
There's singing at the edges of my hearing
and it bounces out it's babbling refrain
it curls my lips and it swings my hips
It twinkles in the air, a lovely stain
There's a party at the edges of my hearing
an effervescent, gorgeous, twisted mess
there's happy jeers and joyful tears
and cocktails dripped on every party-dress
There's happiness at the edges of my hearing
it's a tingle and twitter in my breast
it's the beating of each heart waiting for the band to start
it's the resting of her head apon his chest
Thursday, March 4, 2010
road rage-
-sadly inspired by some anger and colourful language that I witnessed on the road today...
I suggest you turn your licence in before someone gets hurt.
horn blower
flame thrower
mindless-menace-mad
'c*ck sucker!'
'mutha fu*ka!'
your aggression makes me sad
waving fist
and angry gist
why waste your time this way?
Maybe smile?
breath out awhile...
you'll have a better day
Monday, March 1, 2010
paperclip-
I'll help you get a grip
on all the things that tingle, gripe and itch
I'll be your post-it note
I'll help you keep a tote
of all those stupid, nagging bits of kitsch
I'll be your fil-o-fax
I'll help you to keep track
of every little tick that makes you twitch
I'll be your shopping list
and help you shake your fist
at all those things that make your life a bitch
I'll be your envelope
I'll help your grab and grope
for all those things you want to hide away
I'll be your sticky-tape
I'll help you mould and shape
the stuff that needs securing in the fray
I'll be your a-z
of everything you want to be
the list that keeps you glued and helps you stay
I'll be your paper shredder
we'll destroy the evidence together
I understand the games we have to play
together-
when water carries light
when the air tastes full of sweetness
and you feel the vision in your sight
when your touch becomes a moment
frozen, spinning, caught in time
when your kisses cloud around me
when your smile becomes a shine
when your laugh becomes eternity
when your hands are my life-line
when we breath the world in unison
and you tell me that you're mine
when we stay as one togetherness
despite how far we've come apart
when you touch me without reaching
that is when you have my heart
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
tracks-
who knows who sees us
who knows who watches
out the window
Walking by the tracks
who knows who spies us
who knows who eyes us
about their day
you can never be
wholly alone in this city of eyes
this city of spies
you can never be unwatched
As the train rattles past
you might ask
who is watching
who has seen you
Monday, February 22, 2010
barnacle-
I swear I saw them breath
I swear I saw them toss their beards
and turn their faces to the seas
But pippies and muscles and barnacle shells
don't chatter or preen or fuss
they just cling for their life to stay out of strife
on the pylon to which they are trussed
The wood rots away around them
the sun splays salt-crusts on their shells
and I imagine they chatter
as they cling for dear life in the swell.
Tides recede and strand them
blinking-glossy in the heat
and they become a spectacle
for the the thudding of tiny feet
They close their shells tightly to keep out the wind
and the prying of wet little hands
for once they are loosened they'll be tossed away
like so many shells on the sand
Hold on little men- cling tightly!
Hold on little men- be strong!
Hold on little shells full of salty brine!
The sea will collect before long!
For now, you bake in the sunshine
clinging to the rocks
Pippies and muscles preening their beards,
for the corals in pearl party-frocks!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
candy floss-
Monday, January 25, 2010
all bets off-
windows-

life as a book-

Thursday, January 21, 2010
leaving-
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
snake-

Tuesday, January 12, 2010
dig deep-

So many questions
Of where it began
Of the time before times
I’m not sure if I can
Answer them all
Or tell them what’s right
Remember the details
The sobs in the night
The holding of hands
To still all the fears
The smoothing of hair
The stemming of tears
There was struggle
And pain
But I’d do it again
To help me to find you
To try and unbind you
From the demons that stalk
All you needed was talk
To derail the monsters
That came in the night
all the things i love-

-for my crazy, demented and wonderful sister
Your breasts, your toes, your crooked nose,
Your star-bright, shinning grin.
Your slate grey eyes, your shapely thighs
The pointing of your chin.
Your hands, your tears, your shell pink ears,
The creases at your wrist.
The curve of your spine is simply divine.
And the angry curl of your fist.
Your crow’s feet, your dimples, even your pimples,
Your scars and your changeable hair.
The way that you move serves only to prove
It’s a beautiful body you wear.