Once I lived in an old houseat the bottom of Rucker’s Hillwith a renovated lean to kitchenthat hung over the steep backlike a galleon moored in air a Liquid Amber grew massive therethrushes cleaned their beaksthrashing the mace and chain podsthat made bare feet bleedlike the lain dead of Agincourt out of the crenellated bi … Continue reading Below Northcote Rise, Yuletide

Event. The wind has itsvoice. Trees are in the freeway.Roller derby shove, then skyAraucana. Shifting technologiesrun for explanations. Rain saysI hold you all, I hold nothing. They’re singing Joni Mitchell.Five women. The Concert Halla Ferris wheel. Holding onO Canada. Grip for the roada river to skate away on.And we’re falling, into words. There’s a moment … Continue reading A once in a hundred years

Then I touched the wetted skinfletching thoughtsthe pod’s skittish deferencea line of sight If I’d said I loved youthere where ancient sandskissed at my toeskeys through ribbon to paper Or the taste of shortbreada slow melt of lemon myrtleold mills in renovationa scalloped turn of edges We pushed the clumsy calfshoving with our backsuntil the … Continue reading Do whales think in blue

It was the silverfishin the endthat finishedthe highwayman’s treasure a malfeased pieceof Victoria’s wedding cakea sliver of majestykept wrapped in muslin purloinscissored from a pillow’s hoodtransported to Hobart by ‘49absconding the famine of Dublin nights and four monthsat captive seahanded down with the storya simmering rebellion taken out of the mouthsof noble gantriesalong with seven … Continue reading Royal Icing, a Christmas Ditty

This is how love ends:I couldn’t get anything rightSo I gave up trying at all.Stuck like a dinghy out pastThe breakers waiting to come in.Watching you shoeless on the beach,Annoyed at the sand I’ve becomeBetween your toes irritatingWhen it used to be a tickling joy.My voice a curlew nowUnmoving in the fog,Persistent though like Archimedes’ … Continue reading not Another small Fucking love Poem

at the table in our favourite placethe waiter I asked not to give me another drinkno matter what I say or dolaughs, and I wonder if you feel it in your bonesway beyond the final shiverwhen all the moments mass to diveinto this abiding everlasting electricityhow the something we feel passbristles, holding on long enoughto … Continue reading Wake

Easing on to my back footSaturday early early Summer, elevenisha sound of cork like poppingthe axe fall of linseeded willowthroughout the mowing suburbs My spine straight as a lithe picketPlane trees shady stalled on shuttera mottled reminisce of Cazneauxour border/kelpie Sophietrotting back the drooly ball Her jet coat a reelin stoppled light from Van Gogh’s … Continue reading I play the perfect cover drive

it might be ice broken glass risesfrom the cambersharp as a walled camp aquaplanings locked treadsin counter curvelose their algorithm a condolence of wattlethe forensic lumen blackwhere primary colours meet something darker rises in me leave things belet the blackberries renouncethe cock’s thrice summons on one arm, motherthe other triptych, fuckerhead forward in a gymnast’s … Continue reading atonement in a carmine morning

Don’t be offendedif as an old love song you’re the needle in my armthe messy heart and anchor tattoo that won’t be scratched outof these polished corridors locked down night and dayawaiting the scuff of attendants as they whistle away‘feel, I’m going back to Massachusetts’ you’re the straightjacketI can’t shake loose of borrowed shoes for … Continue reading Bequeathable Sanitoria

your father had hungbetween the silver birchesstooping copsed guardians imitating a graceful deference yet the sky turned with meand spilled me thereembarrassed a little shaky still able to do a push up while the family cat smirkedand a smiley dog licked the bloodfrom my forehead later when no one looked you first kissed the gravel … Continue reading I span in a hammock