whipping winter winds
watching the washing dancing
weary from working
The Voice of AI
insignificant at the computer
no room to stop the reels from rolling
you ask AI for deep thoughts
unable to stop the voice of AI
the voice that never tells you the truth
consciousness becomes Meh
Spring can Wait
the stillness of frost
between the night and morning
ice on the windscreen
in the north, they find summer
the winter comes; spring can wait
The Bass Strait
a wee ship set sail
o’er the rough waves to Bass Strait
like coins in a jar
the angry sea longs for lives
no lighthouse to calm their nerves
Umbra
within the umbra
a no one becomes someone
ungodly spells move
fear leaves your decrepit soul
embracing capitalism
Coffee Time
a falling sunbeam
across the computer screen
cappuccino time
Sunday
remnants of plunger coffee
the washing and dryer blues
empty pegs on the clothesline
the moments of reflection
a longing for the rain clouds
this land cries out in the drought
burnt by the sun in winter
a fleeting glimpse of freedom
the sun makes way for the frost
Another Day
under the full moon
not wanting to say goodbye
on that final day
doing deals with the divine
soul sale for another day
Fashion
the esteemed image
coat hanger runway models
skin is the new cool
the reality
a vision in a spud sack
thongs flip-pity flap
Becoming Chicken
swimming in the sea
a wrinkly breast on a board
become brine chicken
C & K 