Category Archives: Poetry

Is this thing on ??

I am here and I am here
And this is here and this is here

A song or a poem
A place or a sound
An eye or an ear
A wander around
A wonder aloud
I’m thinking out loud

Is this thing on??

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Eyes Lock

Eyes lock
Shut out and shut in
Generate a new password
And let the wonder begin

This morning starts off with the rain
Blistering sun-light will arrive on the train
We think
We hope
Gazing at the darkened arch
Murmuring with cogent intent

But thoughts remain clouded
Until eyes lock
Door opens an inch
Sunshine creeps in
Slowly, subtle
Testing the ground

Hot Squash

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Hot squash always helps
Or perhaps cordial would be ideal
For a day looking out the window

Why are there no painkillers in the rainforest?
Because the Parrots Eat ’em All
No they don’t
They just fly away and chatter in colour 

Why has the common cold not been cured yet?
Blame the wrestling master called Big Pharma
I remember Tunes and Lockets and that nice tasting
Cough mixture that made you feel slightly sozzled

Ruminate, meditate or detoxicate
Ambient chill music and tea
The future looks a little clearer
I can see it in the mirror
More hot squash needed, it says.

Knowledge Variable

Knowledge Variable

Since moving to Sydney, I have started working with the film collective Knowledge Variable.

We are producing art films with a focus on the experimental and strange, the avant-garde and the poetic and the mysterious and the magical.

I’m looking forward to writing, acting in and producing new films and ideas.

Check out our youtube channel here.

Space to Move

Older lady in some agitation

Halfway inside the doorway

And halfway on the street

She beckons for help with one hand

The other keeping tight hold of a man incapacitated

She is telling him off for being difficult

He was refusing to get into his wheelchair

She instructs me to hold his arm

While we position the chair

Eventually he angles himself in slowly, securely

“He thinks he can walk more than he can”

She explains

“I can!” he adds

We say goodbye

And they both look happier

Than they did when I first saw them

Triskaidekaphobia

1. A Fear of the number 13
2. Friday 13th.
3. Unlucky for most
4. Who witness this
5. Dumber One
6. Assault on the senses.
7. Another old Greek word is
8. Demagogue
9. But the more modern
10. Douchebag
11. Says it just as well
12. And Shouts louder
13. On July 13th

 

New Orleans no. 2

In the cemetery under the sun-glazed clouds
Peter Fonda and Dennis Hopper
Are tripping their way into
Cinematic
Voodoo
Magic
History

Marie Laveau studies the Americans
From the present privacy of her chambers
And considers a spell
The tie-dyed dead dance
and we are here Today
Where the chants ring out
Both loud and true

New Orleans no.1

Jenga in the hotel lobby
Brass bands in the street
Towers get built up to the sky
And knocked down on repeat

There’s plenty of conflict
And an ongoing war
But here the hand grenades
Are for throwing from bar to the floor

 

Signal Strength

If they move to a different

part of the flat

the signal strength

improves.

The download speeds

get better

and so does the

streaming.

Talking gets easier.

It also improves

when they move

away from the

mirror.

The Present Moment

He had written this
Poem
Many times before
The one about the
Present moment
And the memory fakes

The need to look through
Confusion
To see it for what it is
A chance
To do anything
Anything at all