Sunday, March 1, 2015


There's a hole
Where my soul should be
Someone stole it from me
I don't know when exactly
Sometimes it feels like
This hole is growing
And I wonder
If my lost soul
Will still fit
Into it

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Kiss Kiss

A tender kiss
Is all I ask
Let your lips be lead to mine
And if your hands start wandering
I'll take them to places
My mind's already been

Never ending

Wine trembles atop my glass
A red dome pegged rim round
So too the nagging madness in my mind
Melancholy picked and fermented 
Swirled about
Spat out
Sweetness savoured 

Mania intoxicating
Hip hoorays of light infuse my vacant veins
And I am lord of word
And doubts become my stepping stones
Up I climb pillars of fear
And so, the toil unending
And hope will surrender 
Long before my wretched bones

Sunday, February 8, 2015


He has chosen
And so she too
To sail with horizon
Always in view
They've not the gall 
To face the sea
It's calm embrace
It's treachery 
Their ships will bob
On waves subdued
A life curtailed
Love unpursued

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Prodigal Sun

When I saw the full moon 
Fade with the light
I recall yesterday's sun
As I bid him goodnight 
And now he returns 
I'd no doubt that he could
Probing warm fingers
Through shivering wood

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

The Limits

There that endless horizon
Does it draw near?
Is there a limit to possibilities?
Do ideas run dry?
How high is the sky?
He asks with limited sight
He hesitates
With limited faith
He stumbles and falls
Over obstacles he himself
So carefully laid 
On a path through the clouds

Monday, January 26, 2015


She's tossing away that heavy, old hide
That crumpled carcass
Her new self
Soft-bellied, exposed
Metallic green and golds
Shining in the light
She's looking for a new audience
Dedicated fans
Not merely admired
No, enough admiration 
It's time to love
To be loved
The weight of it
Slows her down
To an unbearable shuffle
To love
Is to fly 
Nothing will lure her
Back to rocky ground
She flies over blue lagoons
And emerald forests
This is her heavenly destiny

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Vessels and Vehicles

A silver fog seeps into the black
Like water snaking through a thirsty river bed
Blood red
And the gaping cracks in my soul are quenched
Mouths stretched open
Fighting for a meagre morsel

Going for a ride in a runaway vehicle 
Trapped in a body immobile
The city, the sea 
Wherever its taking me
Not fussy
Though I should be...
Days become nights become years 
I take the wheel 

Vessels and vehicles
Going somewhere 
Going nowhere
It's my where 
Mud or dust
I've no time to admire the landscape
Not lost
Just making up for lost time
My time

Friday, January 16, 2015

The End of The End

She is the hot dust 
Of a bustling highway 
Left to settle on charred eucalypts 

She is the barren vine
Of a muscat grape 
Left to languish at the end of her yield 

She is the vacant web
Of a Golden Orb
Left to battle a lonely war against the winds

Foretold You So

The clairvoyant is telling me things we all want to hear
My mind joins reluctant dots
Coerced to form unlikely connections
But one cannot argue with a well-armed soul
Reckless, relentless
With nothing to lose
Except denial

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Hairy Soup

The faintest trace of garlic lingers from his fingers
Reaching for a stray lock of hair
Falling across my mouth
And I am suddenly deaf to words that spill from his
Until the short of his kitchen capers plays out its final scene
In my mind
And silence falls as he waits for an answer
To what I wonder turning red
And I ask instead what he cooked last night
'Minestrone' he said

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

The Safest Place

She wants to lie in his arms and bury her face in the cave of his warm neck
And have him kiss her forehead like a child
And at that moment, even if this world began to crumble like an old sandcastle 
And every cosy home turned upside down and shaken
So that every remnant, object and evidence of human existence
Was erased from earth's memory
She would not be afraid
No, she would not


Yesterday's winds
Sweet and warm
Sweep me away to the hours of innocence
Back to the sticks, back to the stones
To crooked smiles
And dripping cones
Sneaky crank calls on summer nights
Healing knees lumpy with mosquito bites
Dusty cheeks turned to mud
Skipping ropes and silly rhymes

Tomorrow's storms 
Bitter and cold
Sweep us away to the hours of delinquency
To clenched teeth
And dripping coats
Sudden invasions on winter mornings
Brought to our knees after countless warnings
Hairy cheeks turned to blood
Shouting vengeance and silly rhymes

Friday, January 9, 2015

Forgotten Pleasures Forgotten

I once relied on these things
That promised pleasure
But what of late?
These things remain unchanged
Yet I have not
Where are her buttons and strings?
Where are her trigger things?
The giggles
Those painful belly wiggles?
Now a passive chuckle
Forced, polite
A light tap of the mallet 
No swings, no 'ring-a-ding-dings'
The carnival, silent and still
And somewhere the echo
Faded and faint
The music
Too familiar 

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Dance of the Heart

My heart is like the sea grass sprouting 
along the dappled ocean bed
The current its desire
Always taking lead
A gentle waltz
A brutal tango
Where secrets find refuge amongst her wavering blades
They cannot remain concealed
Against a relentless force

Friday, January 2, 2015

Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow

Yesterday was but a shuffle
In scruffy, floral slippers 
With old gum on the sole
I want to stamp now 
Stamp on the snow
Stamp on the dust
Stamp on the grass 
And nurture my callouses with quiet pride
The unsightly evidence of an adventure had
Tomorrow is for skipping
Skip away young heart
Skip away

Sunday, December 28, 2014

The Old and the New

She wants to escape the familiar
And accept a stranger's hand
Where he'll lead her blindfolded
To a never-before-seen land

All the morsels sampled there
exotic and obscure
And timid creatures materialise
Drawn by her allure

While all her abandoned senses
Return like the fold at twilight
And bitter memories are hastily snuffed 
Locked, cast away, dead and finite

Alas, this wonder wonder
Will too one day become
A lacklustre mosaic
Well-studied and humdrum

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Out of Reach

The rope
The branch
The proof
His hand

The wave
The dawn
The sign
His scent

The time
The itch
The word
His surrender

Friday, December 19, 2014

The Second Death

She is the grey
From the swipe of an oily rag
Across colours
Forced to play
Like stubborn children
Meeting for the first time
And any evidence
Of harmony
Surviving her angry smudge
Will be smothered

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

The View from You

Stay where you lay
Let me take your hands
I want to explore
Your mysterious lands
As I trek your terrain
Refrain your dissent
Guide me instead
As I make my ascent 
I find corners lurking
With secrets hidden
And dreams lying dormant 
With desires forbidden
Your tide is high now
Love, let me dive inside
Let me find dry ground
Your fertile soils
Your highest peaks
Your untapped oils
I shall pursue 
Without relent 
Without eschew
All this I plan
All this I'll do
Until I reach
The view from you

Saturday, December 13, 2014


She's hoarding love
In stacks tied up with boot string and shreds of lace
Her tender kisses stored away in boxes
Stacked in cupboards filled with longing
And in the drawers you'll find embraces
That flee like marbles escaping
From velvet pouches loosely drawn

Monday, December 8, 2014

Foreboding Joy

Her eyes were vacant
Like a beach house in the middle
Of a blistering winter 
Her mind silent
Like a stadium pre-dawn
No speed
No sound
But a gradual slowing down
Of necessity and urgency
And a delicate joy
Stirs from a slumber
And rises like a vapour
Across her skies

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Personal not Business

I can't sell your lies
Don't make me
I'll spit them out like rotting teeth
I can't pull your wool
You couldn't fool me
I don't have the capacity
I'm not a puppeteering puppet
I'll dance when I want to
It's my choreography
My stage
My play
I won't even play dumb
There's no self betrayal
Or apology
I don't care what you think of me
It's none of my business 

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Intensive Care

Can't stop
The thought tsunami
When will it end
The slow rush of debris?
Destroying all that was me
Soul thieves
Leave no precious stone 
Steal my sparkle
All my remarkable 
What is left to love
Of these remains?
And what to give?
To give?

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Fine Tuning

Wrap me
In my blanket of despair
My tears don't absorb in the cosy mohair
Nothing's wrong
I like sitting here 
Just me
Humming some made-up tune
Sounding better
Than whatever
I heard on the radio
Not long ago

Love Sick

He is my salt
He is my salve
He is my vault 
He is my valve 

Sunday, November 30, 2014

On the Mend

She was hoping
He would mend
Her broken wing
But all he did
Was break the other one

Saturday, November 29, 2014

Cold Case

Her love vanished in a single moment
Plucked out like a file in an archived box
In a dank, dark basement
And left unreturned and forgotten
And with it
Her home

Mystery Clarity

Life inhaled
Plans curtailed
Tomorrow unveiled
In tiny fractions
To keep the mystery
In pixilations
To keep the clarity

Thursday, November 27, 2014


He weathers her storms
Sandbags her flooding levies
Removes her debris
Assesses the damage
And salvages remains

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Full Mood

The joy of melancholy
Recedes like a tide
And the weight of happiness basks in shallow pools
Its colour and purpose exposed 
To a spectator sun
And revelling in a will well lubricated
Unlike I
Thick and slow with obstinance 
Like a shipwreck
Too damaged to sail
Or even float
When the tide returns

War in Colour

She's collecting colours
To chase the blues away

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Chaos Perplexus

She takes the wheel
And veers off the road
Avoiding straights and narrows
Finding long and windy routes
Slowing down then
Speeding up
Crashing and burning
She surrenders
Fenders dented
Destroyed intended
She takes the wheel
And the road veers left
Left stranded
In a dusk-lit field 
Empty handed
Body slowing down
Thoughts speeding up
Crashing and burning
She surrenders
Wim Wenders
Destroyed unintended
She takes the wheel

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Switched Off

It's dark
It's not
It's gone
Click! Click! Click! Click!

Tuesday, November 11, 2014


Your eyes
Are a patch
Of Van Gough skies

Monday, November 10, 2014

Forced Entry

You picked my lock
You never had the key
I am ajar
Forced entry
No key required
Not even 
The right one

Saturday, November 8, 2014

The Pity Pit

Hold on
I'm not quite done
Fist and jaw 
Take a double shot of clench
Yeah why not?
Hold the ice
Then we'll set off
I'm tired of quiet 
Cheers to tears big fears!
A quick swig and a dig
I'm-a-burying this pit
And you with it!

The Longest Now

Don't ask her
To muster
More than breath
For air is all she now requires 
Not love, nor laughter, nor pleasure
Of the body or the mind
But to exist
Only to exist

Thursday, November 6, 2014

The Torture of Time

I remember
Course words well lubricated
Clumsily fired well aimed
Undeserved well received
I remember
Truths tossed cloaked in humour
Caught and treasured nonetheless 
Lips parting impending declarations,
caught by the ankles
Eyes have nowhere to hide
I remember
The unsaid
Pauses long and thick with desire
The honey air
Your hair
And now, I barter days for surrender
But time is a sadist and love is his muse

Wednesday, November 5, 2014


She peels away the tea-stained print
That shields her eyes from the scary outside
There may be a place for her yet
But she needs to dress accordingly
First she insulates her heart with wads of wool
And pads her ears
A hat and shades ensure identity fades
Now she is ready
For the quiet battle
And no one will flinch
When her canons are fired

Tuesday, November 4, 2014


In the black heat
Ice cubes crack and tumble from a tray
Skimming across the floor
Hiding beneath the refrigerator 
No attempt to retrieve
A tepid puddle
Waiting in the dark
Quenching cockroaches 
Observing your daily routine
Quivering to an intermittent drone
Life is brief
But the stain

Saturday, November 1, 2014


So yeah
Maybe I am crazy
There's a place for misfits like me
It's everywhere you're not
And no place in particular
Where everything is nameless
And nothing is counted
Not the hours
Nor the coins
And no one is welcome
Except the wind

My Everest

So here we are
In that place
Where familiar questions
Are left unanswered
And every notch and foothold
Carved into my vertiginous wall
Brings you no closer
To any ledge of reprieve
And what dilemma do you now face?
My dear, pathetic and lost
Do you keep climbing?
Or do you let go?
Perhaps we can do both

Monday, October 27, 2014

Poached Heart

You poached my wild heart
Watched it quiver on the plate
Contained in a fragile membrane
Gently cradled in your delicate hand
Ruptured by your silence

Masked Up

I shuffle away from their peals of approval
Drawing pleasure in drawing the blinds
Silencing joy in silencing the phone
Extinguishing delight in extinguishing the light
But they'll remember my face
When I put on my mask
The one with the sad eyes
That made them laugh

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Love & Patience

You're allowed to love me
What's holding you back?
They say love knows no boundaries
And I've pulled down mine
The obstacles are gone
No walls to climb
Except your own
Come on, take a peek
Unexplored fields await
And I wait amid the daisies
As long as the sun shines
I will wait until your eyes find mine
Once more and then
You will never lose me again

Friday, October 24, 2014

Losing Me

I've been spinning
With hands on ears
I'm tripping and drowning
Out the noise
In my head
Oh the things they said
Below the belt
And off the cuff
Now roll up your sleeves
I'm-a-punching baggage
With the bruises to prove it

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

So you Think you can Dance

Emerging from the mist
Green blobs on browns sticks
Become trees
And the bird songs 
From the album called Life in Perfect Harmony
Drown out foreign voices
That chant against its rhythm 
And force me to dance to my own
While clumsily apologising
Every time 
I step on my toes

Monday, October 13, 2014

Leg-less Elevan

Crazy still
Heaven help me
Time to kill
What a thrill
All down hill
Heart be still

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Old Face New

You surprise me
Like an old dress
Hanging forgotten
Then rediscovered
And coincidentally
Current once more
But unlike the dress
I've worn you every day
Rushing past mirrors
Never pausing to admire
Your stripes
And how lovely they are