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
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					be		       well
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					well		       well
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					well		      being
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					heal		       love
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					healer	              lover
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					healed	              loved
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					healing	             loving
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					well		     healed
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					well		      loved
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					love		       well
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					heal		       well
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					being		    healing
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					healing 	       love
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					being 		      loved
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					loved		    healing
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					love		      being
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					being	        well-healed
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					loving	               well
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					being	         well-loved
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					Being     heeled       well
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					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