THE COLLECTED POEMS (V –AUSTRALIAN BATS)

Numb-bats Body artfully draped Wrist carefully exposed Window opened just a little A late night pose . Trap wary though jaded Set the scene Lure them in . Room ransacked Car carjacked Best of all that morning Feelings stolen away . Cheap furry buddhas Bodhi-bat-vas Take away nirvahna Delivered every night . Take it all […]

THE COLLECTED POEMS (IV –70s RADIO)

I. Billy Be a hero The rest of us will creep out the back Our wives were happy Our kids were happy They didn’t care about Billy After all, their Dads came back. II. The night Chicago died There was nothing good on TV I went to bed early and missed it all. Dammit! III. […]

The Collected Poems (I – scars)

INTERNATIONAL BURNS DAY  I thought that it must have been International Burns Day with the victims on parade, their different scars on display. Marks I had not seen before. Hair up, showing pigmentless flesh below the ear. Flashmark along the arm. Puckered skin running down the rear of a shoulder. Are these the marks that […]

Straya day

I am a creature of habit and habits, and given that day has come round yet again, here is my alleged poem yet again, with the same introduction as before … … Today is Australia Day. You can tell by all of the people walking around dressed in Australian flags. Otherwise, you might not know […]

Straya Day

ALL the beautiful young things are wondering about the place dressed in their swimwear and large Australian flags, so it must be that day again. I was once abused by two bikini wearing teens on this day for not smiling enough (“BE HAPPY! Its Orstrayuh day”) and I will always be grateful that despite the […]

Hear my song!

I loved that film! From a time before Superintendent Ted Hastings was running down bent coppers and anyone who doesn’t do things by the book. See the picture, Adrian Dunbar can smile. “I’ve been born in peace time. I haven’t been where you’ve been. I haven’t seen what you’ve seen.” I digress, we’re talking about […]

Night sky in the day time

Night sky in the day time   Relief after the storm when rain washes the sky clear grit and grain drained away. Awake to a sense of purity: tensions resolved, static removed, humidity vanished. Walk outside Bewildered at the streaks, paint trailing at the bottom of a dome See as you have never seen, Darkly, though […]