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.

consumed-

There is a moment when, hanging between earth and the cliff of grey cloud above, the morning sunlight is sandwiched between heaven and solid soil.

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.

menagerie-

There's a menagerie in my living room
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

lawless-

The pliable touch of my fingers pressing into your skin.

so real and immediate. such a part of me.

the beginning and the end of you is hard to untangle, unmingle, unmesh

you are my body. my cells. my flesh 

skin stretched over bone, wide glassy eyes and crooked fingers

tousled hair black as raisins. hidden freckles.

your secret smiles infect in me a chain reaction of giggles, gurgles, grins

you are my saviour. my soul. and my sins

radiant heat swims between the curve of our bodies.

combined. slow merging to unison in union.

we are ourselves stripped bare to nakedness, rawness, flawless

we see the imperfection. unjudged and lawless

the dance-

Breath out and see your breath hang in the air
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

soul weary-

sometimes I find my soul spread bare
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

night swim-

palms rustle
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?

may I have this dance-

There's music at the edges of my hearing
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

road rage-

Note: language warning- if you don't like it, skip by it. :) 


-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

paperclip-

I'll be your paper clip
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 the average becomes extraordinary
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

tracks-

Standing beneath the train
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

barnacle-

I swear I heard them chatter
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!

candy floss-

this morning I saw a crepe myrtle

full blooming a furry pink-gloss

I thought to myself in the sunshine

it looks just like candy-floss

why shouldn't I bowl up & eat it

it looks just how good things should taste

i couldn't imagine it wouldn't

& leaving it there seemed a waste

I should tell you that I didn't touch it

that I left it there in the sun

but to finish the silly story that way

simply wouldn't be fun

so I grabbed a handful of myrtle

& the bees came & joined in the fray

& that is just how I got stung in the sun

so I threw the pink myrtle away

all bets off-

I loved you until there was

a threat

to forget

who I am

I loved you until

all bets

were off

I loved you until there was

a regret

that I let

myself be swallowed

windows-

windows peer out at me

laughing at the sky

endless light and blue

reflected in their eyes

some of them smile out on me

chipped-teeth of cracking panes

maybe blind with blinds

and painted faces lead-light stained

draped in deepest velvet

some windows are my whores

or slatted with venetians

others are nonchalant bores

but open wide and gaping

drinking cackles of street-crushed-sound

they wrap you in the echoes

of a noisy life profound

life as a book-

driving through the country

I find myself

Surprisingly though

I didn't even know that I was lost

Places with big skies

always unravel the soul

spread out your being

untie all the knots

driving through the country

I find myself

happily though

I didn't even know that I needed a map

street signs point the way

but they don't know where I'm going

happily though

this is no mishap

I'm not looking for a signpost

I'm not looking for a guide

unexpectedly I'm not even looking for the way

but still I manage to find myself

riding through the country

I feel I know what I have wanted

I feel that I am no longer drifting

I have been pulled down off the shelf

leaving-

i bite my fingers

chew my nails

cast my eyes downwards

try not to exhale

you'll leave me yet

they always do

you say your different

you say you're true

but by the time

I know you're not

you'll be far away

and my heart will be shot

the injustice-

unjust

injust

in jest

ingest

digest

... indigestion

snake-

I dreamed I was a concubine

dancing veils and pouring wine

I dreamed I was a porcupine

clawed feet and prickling spines

I dreamed I was a twining vine

bloodied thorns and flowers divine

I dreamed I was a fatted swine

fed fettid things on which to dine

But these are dreams

from which I wake

cold with sweat

I tremble and quake

My head I shake

my bed I make

my leave I take

.... my mind is such a snake

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.

reason-

You best believe that I am yours.

That your are the cause

of my smile and my happiness

my endless contentedness

You best believe that you bring me alive.

You are the reason I dive

into energy and vitality

and boundless conviviality

Without you I am motionless.

A well of bottomless

waiting and watching

of reaching without touching

You best believe that you are the reason

that I can climb-up and stand-on

the person that I should be

to reach the one I want.

sherbet-

dripping slick slither

sunburnt sugar passion drops

peachy gooey goodness

mango lollipops

tingly tangle open hands

berry bursting apple whizz

sunshine smiling ripened vine

sweetness burst & sugar fizz

summer happy dancing smile

sticky finger fun

dewy wet & flashy jewel

fruit salad in the sun