Melting frost, Sunny
the vine curls towards the sun
Dew drops are falling
The Plastic Bags
Plastic bags
from Coles and Woolies
hidden away
in the laundry cupboard
Destined to be
tiny garbage bin liners
holding waste
in the cramped landfill
Cries from below
millions of unloved bags
lingering onwards
decomposing so slowly
The Idealist
An idealist
laughter from the Neo-liberals
A commodity
in a society obsessed with cash
The clock
ticks laughter as the desk shrinks
Ideas fade
under the crushing weight of living
My poetry
self-censoring in exchange for cash
High Tide
The moon cast her light
a grumpy sea ignored her
The high tide begins
Rain Reverie
Sounds in the office
our leader points to a graph
Reverie of sound
Out there feeling the raindrops
Listening to the whispers
The Fence
Unkempt grass and weeds
the gothic fence stays hidden
Ghosts of flowers sway
Under the Stars
the moonlit garden
cupping a handful of stars
sitting on the lounge
Work Ghosts
Feet in the corner
My ghosts sit in the cold spot
Haunting my workday
Discount
A bitter Winter
They offer a small discount
Selling all the trees
The Deal
We sealed the deal with
gems in exchange for freedom
invisible chains
worshipped, adored, and famous
the soul cries out for freedom
C & K 