Poems

Feb
02

Stump

Yesterday
I met your assassin
We exchanged greetings at my front door
deadlocked behind me as usual
bathroom window bolted shut
Well, who’s to know?

How was I to know he was a hitman?
Hired to kill
not just cut back, scare or restrain like the last times

If I’d have known, I would’ve put up a fight
That raging, uncontrollable mother’s defence when she knows it is her last chance
innocent to corrupted
life or death
once and for all

But

There’s just a stump of you now
Chainsaw criss-cross cuts across your upturned face
open-mouthed slack-jawed shock
slain mid-breath
Splinters of you strewn down the stones of the path
Even as far as the car park on the street

You are dead
nothing more can be said on the matter
That is that
The
last
tree
on
Easter
Island

felled

For hours there was a pineapple sweet sawdust
Slow motion softly falling all around
Glitter-sprinkling the lids of wheely bins, banisters and letterboxes

Onlookers, passers by or guests to these rooms

flinch

They cringe and look away from what’s left
your remains aren’t pretty

Hey, you used to be
Before your throat was cut, limbs removed.… Read the rest

All Stains

oil stains

		smear

blood stains

		tearing

separate

		water marks

bloodied

		strained

brown

		all stains
	
muddied
		marked

indelible

		swollen

scarred

		ripped

apart
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I Die Every Winter

I remember now
Why
I die every Winter

like the libraries torched
in a scorched earth ideology of ‘The New’
erasing all archaeology – manmade ‘his story’ – from Samarkand to Tehran
trying to impose the illusion of nothingness
nothing to see, hear
nothing to see here
anymore

I remember now
How
Your socking it to me
Punch drunk crack on impact
the only way to loosen the tight fisted fighter grimace
I wore daily
to then hang broken bones from my mandible’s slackened muscle

Silenced

Detached

Shocked!!!Read the rest

The Well

					well		       well
					=		          =
					be		       well
					=		          =
					well		       well
					=		          =
					well		      being
					=		          =
					heal		       love
					=		          =
					healer	              lover
					=		          =
					healed	              loved
					=		          =
					healing	             loving
					=		          =
					well		     healed
					=		          =
					well		      loved
					=		          =
					love		       well
					=		          =
					heal		       well
					=		          =
					being		    healing
					=		          =
					healing 	       love
					=		          =
					being 		      loved
					=		          =
					loved		    healing
					=		          =
					love		      being
					=		          =
					being	        well-healed
					=		          =
					loving	               well
					=		          =
					being	         well-loved
					=		          =
					Being     heeled       well
					=		          =
					well	   well        well
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Wentworth Valley Falls

Our legs spindly spider-light
Trace the snaking centreline of her constantly outstretched and extending limbs
Slightly touching on nerve-endings and the earth surfaces of her arching and lazy body

Over breasts
	   under arms
		    through thighs
				across thin fingers and knotted toes

The sub-bass thud of a Wentworth Valley camper
Diving into a rocky pools’ biting cold face
Heard through clay/soil brown floor and green leaf ceiling sensitivities

The streams are Champagne fountains
Bubbling alongside this waterfall pathway
New Year / New decade
Celebratory
Two day old sweet and fresh-scented
Floppy-necked new, wide eyed and innocent

The deepest green of fern and trees’ natural air conditioning keep our thin Summer skins cool
Heads bow forward – softened and shy
Humbled by the sky, eyes lowered in silent reverence
and prayer

Having dropped last year off the very top of her cascade of white water
We now surrender
And fall into the welcoming cracks and cavities of 2011’s unknown… Read the rest