Just follow the signposts, on the road to infinity,

one by one they'll rise up to meet you.

In the beginning is Immaturity,

leading you on to Insecurity,

up the hill towards Enlightenment,

where you are trapped behind the

caravan of Disenchantment.

Waiting to overtake you ponder

the Imponderable on this freeway

to Immortality, conveniently

forgetting your bouts of Immorality.

You pull over to the hard…

My pockets stuffed

with memories,

I'm going in search

of yesterday,

past the streets

of recall, and

over the bridge of

long ago,

hoping to find that

child who was never

going to grow up.

When I find him I'll

tell him

how proud I am

of him,

and how he never

gave in

and never let go of

his inner child,

keeping the two of us

together,

then .…

This Thursday morning, bright and warm,

half- past eleven of the clock,

the gardens past their Summer best.

A youngish man of no apparent abode

seeks shelter among the ornamental shrubs.

Not yet mid-day, and his day is done,

he crawls away from the constant path,

to lie hidden and homeless, in the

shadow of that eminent place of

Art and beauty.

He has the sense to hide, to spare our

feelings, we…

There is a place, behind the eyes

where calm and quiet waits,

far from cities and suburbs of noise.

I go there, glad to be away from

visual and verbal pollution,

and increasingly massive hysteria.

A closing of the eyes gains entry

to an inner sanctum, a place of happy

memory, of slow motion movement

and lethargic thought.

A place to rest and restore emotions,

and gently patch over the cracks in

the facade of…

Life flows on,

uneventful,

undemanding,

till one moment

in time

changes that life.

Plans are shelved,

roadmaps altered,

instructions given,

new direction,

for better

for worse,

for ever.

At last, a beautiful dismal day

has arrived.

Rain falls, breaking the sun scorched

stranglehold,

falls all the long day, and into

the night.

Hours and minutes press close and heavy

through the constant precipitation.

Breathing is cool and moist,

heart and soul lifted by the

unfamiliar dampness, and swept away

in the deluge, lost in childlike exuberance

down suburban rivers of rain.

The dust is…

At the traffic lights, people

brace themselves against

a blustery wind sweeping

the pavements.

As they wait for the lights to

change, a blue plastic bag comes

skimming along the street,

at the corner it is lifted and

swirls around the legs of the

pedestrians, then another

stronger gust carries it into the

middle of the intersection.

Finally, it rises at great speed

on the wind, away and over…

Floodgates open, thousands of people

darting along, some flounder, some flourish,

each one striving for that extra turn of speed

that ensures they will reach their cherished

destinations before anyone else.

In this endeavour they wander, and weave,

many attempt near suicidal crossings of

car, and bus infested thoroughfares,

cheating death by millimetres to

resurface on the other side, rejoining the

seething shoal of…

Half moon clinging to

early morning light,

translucent and fragile against

blue sky.

A silent watcher from above,

watching over man

and beast.

His night time duty finished

he lingers, as if waiting

for further orders,

perhaps he is hanging back to see

if this mad world is any

different in broad daylight.

Finding no sense, no rhyme,

no reason,

he resumes his decline.

Helped…

Escalator glides upwards . . .

21 people glide upwards too . . .

Fat . . .Thin . . .Large . . .Small . . .

Tall . . .Young . . .Old . . .Black . . .

White . . .Male . . .Female . . .

Some remain stationary on this

escaltor to second floor

shopping heaven . . .

others can't wait that long,

they push past to attain

retail Shangri-la, or

somewhere close to it,

the pulse of the almighty

dollar…

The moment

and the

minute

become the hour

and the day,

and just as

time builds

on time,

we two

have followed

that same path,

with love

our constant

companion

through thick

and thin . . .

sometimes

considerably

thicker than

thin.

All in all . . .

amazing !

Relentless sun beats down

on a side street off

Broadway,

highlighting the silent

clinging duo as they

sit on a bench.

Both dedicated followers

of Gothic fashion,

resplendent in black,

together in body only,

holding on in hopeless

anticipation.

He is waiting for an answer . . .

she is waiting for something

else . . .something sad . . .

and inevitable.

Her face gives it all…

Shining brightly through a window

comes the morning . . . comes the day,

night's dead hours have surrendered,

done and dusted . . . passed away.

Another chance to shed some light

on life . . . and love . . .

to have sunlight in your eyes,

and know that life's worth living,

for love to be still lingering

just an outstretched hand away.

Morning opens yet another door,

push through . . . leap before you…

Once upon a time . . . this land was your land,

this land was my land, and well before that

the Aborigines had it ( that was well before we

took it off them )

Now. . .this land is the developers land

paddocks are shrinking, trees falling by the wayside,

bush going the way of all cash.

'Smash everything and rebuild'

the song of the concrete criminals

echoing left, right, and centre, flowing

unhindered far and wide to cover,…

The Time . . .10:07 A.M. Saturday

The Place. . .Pedestrian tunnel from

St James Station to Macquarie Street.

Five or six bodies lie entombed on the

walkway, in makeshift beds of ancient

blankets, and various coverings of

natural and manmade fibres.

All afflicted with the same motionless

disease, lying alone, except for one man

and woman, they lie side by side, their

bodies reveal an incredibly moving

and…

I saw the Queen of England, twice,

Isaw the Palace where she lived.

I saw the house Charles Dickens lived in,

I saw the streets The Beatles walked.

I saw the Atlantic in the winter,

I saw whales and icebergs too.

I saw the Earth from 30,000 feet,

I saw it from inside a deep cave.

I saw bombs exploding, bullets flying,

I saw people cheering, people jeering.

I saw a million trees…

Being some lines on modernism

using modern methods not a

trace of punctuation no comma

no period no structure as such

lines leaching from the cranium

along nervous endings to exit

the tips of the fingers (digits)

appearing on the screen more

or less in random patterns

I am getting the hang of this now

maybe I can fill a whole page

just keep the flow of words flowing

nothing too obscure too obvious

but…

A smashed up table and chairs lie piled

up against the wall in the gallery . . .

a sign reads 'Disappointment Number Seven'

In the same room, a wooden coffee table

has been neatly sawn in half, each half

is sitting on top of a washing machine . . .

a sign reads'Unresolved Conflict'

Right at the back of the room, a long

plank of wood is resting at an angle of 43 degrees

to the…

Five pebbles lie on my bookshelf

to remind me of this trip, they

come from a beach,

a beach of small pebbles

all the way to the water's edge,

not a grain of sand in sight.

The early morning tide comes

rolling in, and I bend down,

sinking my right hand into the

Irish Sea, it is cold. Withdrawing

my hand I taste the saltwater

on my tongue, and I am

back again some fifty years

or more on that…

The overloud talker sets the mood,

Her life and times cringe forth,

The carriage fills with tales of torture.

Across the way the music man is sitting,

Head throbbing with moronic mutterings,

He's plugged into portable suffering.

In front, a suburban family of seven

Go through their daily dose of pantomine,

Complete with five kids running amok !

Next to them the lovers lie low

Uttering paeans of…