The clippers vanished
long ago when they were boys.
Slowly their beards grew.
Too cold for the birds to nest,
long enough to keep snowflakes.
The Beards
Nobody
Sitting on random park benches, gazing into the dirty river, talking to a power poll about the upcoming election, and walking alone through the busy streets.
To most people, she’s a nobody.
If only they knew she won the national planking cup; she also makes cheese.
A Jazzy Night
Distorted vision
a glass of whiskey turned into many
High on the lights
elated by the buzz and the roar of tonight
Dancing with somebody
then wildly dancing with somebody else
Ascending into the morning
taken by the manic vibrations and those eyes
The Flame Tree
We bake in our car
as we drive to Far North Queensland.
The changing landscape
seems to move and breathe with us.
An Illawarra Flame Tree
reminds us of an Australian song.
We stop for a while
to feel the way the wind moves
and
to see the Flame Tree burning.
Susurrous sounds of longing
move through this ancient landscape
and
we take a photograph to remember.
I will & I do
If you are not there,
I will wait for you with a tea cosy on my head
and
seawater beating through my heart,
for you wouldn’t want me any other way,
and
I do not want to be any other way.
The Moor
The rugged old landscape,
I ran across the moor
to see my love once more.
Again, I run across the moor.
The rugged rocky landscape,
called me to run once more.
I run along,
I run along once more,
To see my love along the moor.
Style
A clash of style,
decorating individually,
the house looks confused.
A Mini Love Song
My love for you is brave,
for I’ve loved you for so long.
I’ve loved you for so long,
I’ve loved you for so long.
My love for you will save
all your troubles with a song.
In Pieces
Thinking about her bird’s nest gone wrong,
blowing in the breeze.
Thinking about how she loved that one
dress I hated; the vex dress.
Thinking of her and how sad she was
when the washing machine chewed up
the dress.
Then finding out I did it.
She left me alone in pieces.
I, You
Where the blue meets the grey,
between those rain cloud colours,
that is where I will meet you.
C & K 