Lost Covenant and me or is it, ‘I’cannot recall and that’spart of the problemI had a piece of sky fallin my pocket you loaned methe Harris Tweed jacketoverlong sleevestook it out at the inaugurationthere was something abouthepatitis written in Russianyou get the drift?and the ducks on the Potomacoverfed so luxuriantlazing humming old tunestook me all … Continue reading Lost Covenant and me

End of the Affair This ménage a trois has to ceaseone of us needs to get some sleepseduced by your musky squatnessso down to earth you treadon your own moonlit shadow honestly things have changedsince you cast such passiondigging up the latent bulbschomping down Spring’s iris and daffodilsabandoning all thought of me you reacted badly … Continue reading End of the Affair

She wears a cloud a beret at overflowits nod to a morning brim until evening turns to songwithin the netted plenty draws finger and thumb to choosea cow’s lick cusping you in the morningwheaten harvest falling

Keepsake peace, flour and water by the front hall door it satyears after they had all grownthe cardboard box gone floppywhere the creaky sun spied throughthe plaster of paris flakythe kindergarten crinkled cellophaneover the heavy acrylics of handstoddler signaturesslow printed joythe stretching crayon wiggly namesdays waiting to expandand if we had collected them allthe host … Continue reading Keepsake peace, flour and water

Avignon In a car park outside a walled citywhere the desert ashs tossedand the plane trees drenched hay fever,you told me you loved mewith an unquenched furyall seasons ardent like hard rain on concrete,more androgynous thenthan Bob and Sara’s Chelsea roomsour album cover by Schiele. I ate an avocado out of the small of your … Continue reading Avignon

Hot night into morning we are steamed openmosquitoes have their team songthunder on the placardsearly beach traffic past holidaydawdle bleary waiting homeperhaps a little rain splatterweakly tapping timewhy do doves callNew South WalesNew South Walesthe baby kookaburra barkstrying for its voiceno breeze off the fluttera street light not there beforethrows solar eminenceboil an egg buttery … Continue reading Hot night into morning

Sixty Eights I have this garden about my headwhere upturned things breathe againbirds fly in and outdropping twigs dropping droppingsthere’s a guitar with an elk fern proppedstrings hang loose rusty for promisethe possum I buried has sprung to figa moreton bay the next owners can worrythe blue tongues are endlessly at itnot minding my step … Continue reading Sixty Eights

Uncaged animals                        They speakbut then they don’tthese handlers of truth their baton tongues rattlealong loose evaporating bars we see through a declinewithout any nurturethe promise withering within still I’ll hold your handstep out Fred and Gingerfall and rise hand on cuff less wristover this diapason rescue but then again the side show ennuicalls us backone … Continue reading Uncaged animals

Old Falls Road(After R.C.) Old Falls Road, the signs have been removed. To keep the tourists confused. The secrete Where dinosaur age mushrooms Prevail against the odds. My lips ease off timeless elastic lines, Blue Danish goes soft in jazz. Wine becomes warm, we sit afterwards, Backs against the leaking rock face, No ancient roar … Continue reading Old Falls Road

Uriel Touches Down After Burning Eden Sulphur ignited in the colour of wingswe fell from your biddingto our own choice in flight, no longer by an almighty privilege constrainedall the way to earth tumbling in lossalight for your honour an augury of archangels, to score their treachery in smouldering lettersindelible in the broadcast of feathersthe … Continue reading Uriel Touches Down After Burning Eden