Poems

A long corrugate shed by the Murrayrolling rollies over a brewpicking peaches at 41Cknackeredwhen a starlingflies through the front doorand out the backblink and y’d miss itblowies banging on the screensa man’s life is like that.

In one part per trillion lies memory in watersplashing arms and legs 50 years agoit remembers lovers turning on currentsswirling corealanus, paddle and bucketin league with time, whales boomthrough the blood of love, Salamis, Normandyyou, me and all who know waterleave our trace without valuewe rise and fall but water rememberswithout advantages in one part…

Down the winding passlies the jewel in the Catalan constellationwhite wall Cubist dreamsLorca wrote ’its fishermen sleep dreamlessly upon the sand.In the high seas, a rose serves them as a compass.’Dali, Picasso, Man Ray and Marcel Duchampcreated Cadaques from their dreamsthick with Bougainvillearosemary, fennel and sage growswild in the hillsolives grow on the headlandout of…

Over the hillpast the ‘Peace be with you’ signand the reflex ‘and with you’change down and rightat Leonards Millthe dog goes spakI bark Georgy, Sit Downbut it’s a four paws salute to arcadiato the sea, eucalypts, rolling green hillsmuch intersected by small valleyswrote Matthew FlindersGeorgy lets loose a ripe onewindows down, music upa nod and…

Looking is like hunting or being huntedthe snares and wires between you and me;all seeing is heated. It is force, desire and intent.Just looking is a lie. One is always looking out,looking for, looking around. The slightest glanceand a look returned witnessed by passersbyis a cavalcade of countenances. Looking has appetite.It feeds on crowds and…

You can’t gauge the rage in peopleThey’re more dangerous than all the killersAnd crazed ideologuesDeadlier than taipansIn a clothes dryer Because they blame youFor their wretchedness &Hopelessness, serial whiningIs their advance party Righteous conspiracy theoriesStewing midnight scriptsThey want to save the earthOr destroy it As long as someone, somewhereIs to blame You can’t gauge the…

You arrived where you set out to bethe architecture stretches out its cool, classic formthe smell of home sicknesses rises from cobbled streetsin the most beautiful placesthe lights in windows flickerfrom a passing train, which saystranger, this is not your homea glimpse of a double beddrawing of blindsdeck chairs stacked like pyramidsthe squalid secrets of…

Play matters against a jobbing grey skyrainbow of wicked flirtatiousnesslaughing under pints of Guinnessleglessly, the God of Things brims overVulcan nerve pinches and horse bitesPan, you horny beast in come-fuck-me bootsand yo-yo jumper, your hot breath necks me stomp under the moon and sugar cane.

Judge, in my defenceI loved lifeAnd she loved suckingThe life out of me.

Out live their husbandsface an empty sinkstare at wherehe stacked the emptiestoss through endless nightsin a bed still made with carehalf expecting to feelthe ridge of a back bent in sleeponly the hollowof memorywhere flesh betrayed love’s bond.