He tells me how he’s divorced but it trails off. He mutters about “a lot of silly things” and I walk on face turned to the breeze not watching him ache. He was born in the same hospital as Spike Milligan - a claim to fame. We chuckle in our masks the hill making us … Continue reading Richard
Tag: free form
For those who love coffee…
The sky is your barista blending froth and colour in patterns extraordinary; steeping Earth in beauty’s eye – our planet incredible, like that first drop of hot milk in ooze-black espresso. Indubitable. Cast not poison in the face of your barista lest she singe you with Herculean rage and spit venomous storms and steamy thunder … Continue reading For those who love coffee…
Apple Jazz
Everyone seems to be writing amazing sensual poems this week. This is was an attempt at a sexy poem (not my usual genre). It was written many years ago after I attended an apple festival (of all things) just out of Melbourne. It was a fascinating event and very pleasant too. Ah sweet caramello dude … Continue reading Apple Jazz
Light Bulb Moment
Even if I were tungsten I would not light up tonight Oh yes, the push and twist (they call it bayonet - so fitting ) it might link two ends of a circuit but it can't fix the sheer weariness the press of these days it can't burn white the dull smog of my emotions … Continue reading Light Bulb Moment
On Edge
it's not a dream on a cliff path standing tall & tense the slip of gravel its pinging fall to that darkness out of sight to all except closed eyes why am i here? like all dreams it's just an arrival, walking through a loophole I never remember like all dreams here is not a … Continue reading On Edge
Paying for News
Place a coin in the fortune teller's handso that you may part the mists of tomorrow(we can all imagine even if we've never been). Behind some cloth -the "made in Bangladesh" labelnot obvious in the drapery, and the dim interiorcarefully accentuated by glowing orbsor flickering candles (LED of course - OH&S -the ignominy of modern … Continue reading Paying for News
River Woman
a river dressed as woman in garb both reflective and enticing sinuous and singing but here the knotted current swirls swells around boulders inflates bank to bank in robust effusion ballooning distended here she does not sing; her murmur is a roar and the bank's etched deep with painful ruts and plunging slips until quite … Continue reading River Woman