Finish my book and love the world, leave the house with a merry word, to spring from grave like Christ on Easter and greet my sourfaced barista. But it all falls down when I do, the judging glance I imagine a clue; Have I badly good, have I badly sinned? And why does my coffee … Continue reading Cavafy
From one side of the sky to the other the plane will fly yet the movement of the gum leaves is scarcely an inch, but you would be amiss, to which of these make me sigh. And though the air hostess's long legs strut the aisle, it's the white smooth beauties of snow gum bough, … Continue reading Perspective desirous
Between Action and Contemplation falls the light, by which I read at night, a buzzing bulb that sends me sleep, after prayin' the Lord my soul t'keep, but even there I am less than free from the shadow of cognitive theogony that nightly haunts ands haunting me, in my cell (built brick by brick) not … Continue reading solipsist convention
The day passes by like a roadside roo, gutted, squashed and flattened too, no time for thoughts of how and why, jus' get the shovel, we're having a stew.
There're hopes in the slopes, for Sancho Panza in the hills, watching Quixote jousting mills, and ears, eyes and nose - my dog pointed at the one door closed where the excitement enters, and leaves. golden brown crackle under winter's love's blush upon cheeks white snow slush.
When the possibility of love possum-slinks from fence to fence, possessing the possibility of pilot light, heavy as sin, then the tiger caged, like the bird clipped and the meaning of Korean soap operas to your anglophone ears. The choice is always this and only this: be fit for the world and not want it, … Continue reading swanston st 10
And then went down to the ship, that man in appearance seeming equal to the gods sitting opposite my master and hears you nearby sat in silence. An aspect of the shark in him, though would sooner give eagle as answer, were one to ask in tones placid and friendlike to his stillness. But no … Continue reading From the senses of a syndexioi
do you collect awards in the shower... and imagine and mutter speeches in your head, thanking home, mother, and garden shed, do you travel in the dying light to the tennis wall, in second hand clothes, thankful for the absence of mirrors, this absence felt and found in the park by the highway on one … Continue reading tennis dreams
Exist! the blind man shouts to the world with his hands Exist! the babe cries out in its first fatal breath Exist! things that don't, which make me feel as if I do
Currently king of slot, scaling downstream first in class they say, currently sat in pocket, with a-coupla usual suspects sat behind and waiting. I'm shepherd with stick man strong but (I admit) a rule follower, hence, the big red that has me locked in P ready to turn off T, that has me praying for … Continue reading Papa of the lane