Tuesday, October 29, 2013


Drawn by the heat, I stand by the door
My heart finds the place my head has ignored
The rain comes down and to my surprise
Everything I thought I'd forgiven
Is given

I move outside, towards the light
Something isn't coming off my tongue quite right
The beetles are blacker than they've been before
Everything I thought I'd forgiven
Is given

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Friday, July 26, 2013

The wolves

There is a sense in which everything is coloured by the in-between-ness of one's life.


And that whenever one tries to pick one's self up, one is suddenly brought to a halt.

By the wolves, mother?

Yes. By history. Philip. Ill-positioned cutlery. The whole bally upside down circus that's banged around in my head since the accident.


How long did you wait for your future to arrive?

Too long.

Then you're brave, I suppose. I went home to watch the boxing.

Monday, December 24, 2012

An unwanted bee swarm (or Christ-like kindness)

An elderly Russian couple came on a 40-degree day. They jerked around in puffy suits and barely spoke (to me, in English).

Two weeks later they returned with a jar of honey.

Christ-like opportunism

They took the box of vegies as well as the hand-made bench it was sitting on. But they left the sign 'Free. Please take.'

Tuesday, November 06, 2012


Left to its own devices
Digital barbarism
Encrypts the cloudy canopy

Who is protecting who
From all this iNeloquence? 

Friday, September 28, 2012

Pinch me

I shouldn't crave a gaffe
Or a minor telecommunications hiccup
I shouldn't need a tiff with the flower lady
To remind me that I'm alive

Ill-timed bargain

Recovering from biblical excess
I strolled to the shops
A door flung open
And a woman raced out
Who can you believe
She shouted

The complex ion

A two-way mirror salesman
Is at my door
His arms are full of shame
I hide my complexion
Who is it? I ask
It's you he says
Me? He asks
Yes I say

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

The Abbott Files Part I

This quote is from occultist, mystic and ceremonial magician Aleister Crowley:

Even as evil kisses corrupt the blood, so do my words devour the spirit of man.
I breathe, and there is infinite disease in the spirit.
As an acid eats into steel, as a cancer that utterly corrupts the body; so am I unto the spirit of man.
I shall not rest until I have dissolved it all.

It is taken from Liber LXV: Liber Cordis Cincti Serpente. (The book of the heart girt with the serpent - or, in contemporary Australian political terms, the book of love squeezed by the python).

Another is from Hans Jaeger, late 19th Century bohemian radical, pornographer, intellectual charlatan and friend of Edvard Munch:

I shall not rest until I have corrupted my entire urban generation, or driven them to suicide.

Jaeger was described by a British critic as a 'fin-de-siecle Viking nihilist'.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Monday, May 14, 2012


Semblance was likely a man
Who looked similar to himself
When he had no one else
To compare himself to

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Dark flock

Flocking on a wire
I was giddy watching them
Plunging into air
A simple day

Sunday, May 06, 2012


A wild tranquillo
Locked in three different rooms
I can't take it back

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Hasty exit

Saved from goodbye
Fragments left on the lino
Near the window sill

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Test Tube


Life's a skittle

A zap-size gheko
Skittling towards the shade
Sunshine is on her

Friday, March 23, 2012

Announcing Give Corpulence a Kidney Day!


Speaking strictly industrially,
Poor men and their families
Were spooled into spinning jennys
Before power, productivity, and all those other
Haunting irreversibles
(Could save them)

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Reflections 2000

"I just can't see the point of it," says the tax evader's chauffeur.

"I sometimes feel strange," says the plutocrat's doorman.

"I've never understood how the conclusions match the premises," says the corporate raider's chef.

"Parameters, parameters, parameters," says the benefactor's stable hand.

"It started with a kiss," says the gardener's loving wife.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Mr and Mrs Sohelpme

Then came the awful news
That my conscience was trapped in traffic
It could be hours


Friday, January 27, 2012

Unplangent paegent

A soft-footed beast approached me from behind
I sensed its breath before the opening of its jaw
It was a pantomime

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Cast offs

Papa was a sailor
Nana was a knitter
They loved one another
I miss them

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Wallflower non

On a rising tide
The moonlight is spreading
Its dance is for doom

Socks up

In thrall to his nylon gods
The master puppeteer tries
His hand at everything

Friday, January 06, 2012

The genial country quitter

The solar rep was once a roofer. I watched him scramble up a 32-degree ridge with a clipboard and measuring tape. But what if he slipped, I thought. Struck the chimney or gouged himself on an errant wedge of tin. He gave up a pack-a-day habit only four days ago. Would he want a gasper?

Thursday, January 05, 2012


Boots and all
All in, or nothing
All out, in all, over
Be all and end all
Bar the shouting
All comers
Tell all
Warts and all
All told, done
Gone for all money, seasons
All saints, is forgotten
All is forgiven

Flaccid philosophy

They say sake is sin
That I should watch my cojones
Give me your reasons