the jigsawed labyrinth
by the lifesaver of a Hart's eye
as if by tectonic dynamite
spilt milk on my splintered feet that walked 
amongst a contraband of jasmine
the starless sky sent me no message of other gardens.

A deliberate experimenter walked and smelled rosemary bushes

with an immediacy that endured rains,

worms and summer.



Found on someone's wrought iron fence

a bag of rosemary lay hanging with

a sticky note - "Take as Much as You want" 





smelling it, taking it in, dancing with it, cooking with it, throwing it around

like salt for luck

the deliberate experimenter had rosemary as

their flatmate

even put rosemary to their…

The best writing hits all meridians, animal migrations,

plant anemophily and integrated circuits, species-[stop]

human senses faculties



[stop] the totalities of codings metaphysical and pre-

codings systemic and subversive Polonium dug from earth

smelling salt to electricity pulse [stop] storm by trap door fin



every page turned is a feast 

every king is slaughtered [stop]

the grave digger sighs rivers[stop]



your pen…

Ignorance is their key to survival

You can paint a real pretty picture with denial

A prisoner to conformity & captive 9 to 5

Most of us pretend we're not condemned to such a life

I need an escape plan

I'm thinking one up

What is freedom but alot of money & some luck

I need an escape plan

coz it finally hit me

gotta get away before the fuckers microchip me

& the towers are to make us feel…

Eight of my friends have died or are dieing in the last year. This includes some I grew up with in Broken Hill, some of the 'generation of 68', some that I just knew. Good people, not so good but good fun, bad people that I loved just the same. Seems like it's time to think about it. 

The last time i was seriously ill was when I…

tie wings to your paper prayers

take paper, string and folding, you

consign your parchment birds to air.

With sunlight shining yellow through 

them like the fabled thousand paper cranes,

a thousand thousand folded golden panes

of paper lit like glass. 

Lifting light into themselves, they pass

diffusing sun

impossible in number, one by one

bent necks as slim as grass.

The coda of the story anyway, she sighs

the girl falls as in…

The coda of the story anyway, she sighsthe girl falls as in rain, and dieslike paper under water drawn translucent   winging into pieces                              gone" src="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/lucidandalight/11017187759/1/tumblr_lsjekfWyxq1qakhxm" /">

don’t pray in rain

tie wings to your paper prayers

 take paper, string…

Icarus

This poem, the first I wrote since my teens, boiled out of me from the outrage and sadness I felt for Mulrunji's family and the people of Palm Island after an inquest and trial into his death in custody returned what were clearly suss verdicts that failed to honestly deliver justice or truth, and further tainted the Queensland Police Force and so-called justice system with dishonour and racism:

POETIC INJUSTICE (Poem for Palm Island)

Now Aboriginal…

Ambrose Everett Burnside (23 May 1824–13 September 1881) was a Union Army general in the American Civil War. His early campaigns were successful but his forces were heavily defeated at the Battle of Fredericksburg and the Battle of the Crater, earning him the reputation as one of the most incompetent generals of the war. His military reputation was one of being…

JG asked me to make a delivery and pick-up today, up in north Katoomba, near what’s called Minnehaha Falls, which makes me feel eleven again and wondering whatever happened to that Minnesotan maiden I met and mindmarried two weeks before her twelfth birthday, way back when.

I had to drop off an unwanted computer printer (pristine box, bubble wrap and all) and pick up, from the lady in the lovely old miner’s cottage, amongst other things: a large jar of black olives, a jar of homemade…

Words formed in silence,

not yet tangible.

Transformed by time and motion into

voice, shape, and meaning.

Simple words, simple in comphrehension,

moving imperceptibly from

shadow into substance.

And from this womb

of subdued contemplation

evolves the written word.

Born of solitude,

now set free

to whisper, roar, and rhyme

across the page.

The moment of birth

giving me…

1

the memory of our moments together

warms me from within

your touch lingers in my head

longer than on my skin

my body tingles with desire

for you     my only sin

2

my mind wanders back to us

entwined in an embrace

with our pursed lips touching

softly one moment

passionately another

but always     equally

3

on waking from my dreams

I find my lips pursed together…

Lady sits alone. She has her thoughts up in a tangle

She tries to see a beastly world from a brighter angle

But those bastards don’t make room…

And the bitches won’t make way…

Such devilish surroundings do nothing to persuade

Lady had hope

Lady had potential

But Lady lost heart of which she knew was an essential

“Fuck em all!” she screamed

“I’m leaving you behind… And none of you exist, if inexistent in my…

I can think of nothing sadder than a goldfish in a bowl.

Swimming in tight circles, such a lonely fishy soul.

With your tiny bulbous eyes, that pine to see the sea.

Longing for a little lover, to share your dull eternity.

All you have for company is a silly plastic weed.

Nothing to look forward to, except tomorrow’s feed.

Some pathetic grubby pebbles form your universe’s base.

I see nothing but depression written on your orange…

I can think of nothing sadder than a goldfish in a bowl.

Swimming in tight circles, such a lonely fishy soul.

With your tiny bulbous eyes, that pine to see the sea.

Longing for a little lover, to share your dull eternity.

All you have for company is a silly plastic weed.

Nothing to look forward to, except tomorrow’s feed.

Some pathetic grubby pebbles form your universe’s base.

I see nothing but depression written on your orange…