Engulfed: by bliss and peace and beauty; I lose my faculty of reason and crumble into a cliche pulp-mill. What I can say is nothing new and yet the feeling of moment of sudden flawless concatenation of circumstance drives me to strive to show it; but the subtle shadowplay, of the scents the air the [...]
half a bottle down and the mysteries of the world are smoothed over; we untangle and unkink: you stretch backwards in your chair, arms above, wings triumphant. laughter and words run soup-thick and fragrant as jasmine rice. we have found the worthy, we have found the stupid, the cruel, and know how to avoid them.
stare at the clouds until your neck hurts and then nudge the earth with the toe of your shoe and do not step on bugs that wriggle across the pavement — they are epic heroes. when the air is wine go into it fully, soul-skinny-dipping and feel corpuscles dancing. when muscari appear in the crooks [...]
My lust for the year sated, I thought, Dulled by the excess of winter nights and frosted dawns. My appetite waned and I, drowsy and bored, wearied of the year’s continuation. Until I stumble upon a spring: I stub my toe upon a spring: I discover an unexpected spring: it gushes, flushes, rushes at me; [...]
Running on tearing dry footpaths and through the house in a herd of cousins, feet cut on drought-dry grass and bindii patches, Into the scrub up back. Between the splintery back fences of the suburb, Big bad dogs in that yard, Don’t go too close to that one (he’ll throw stuff at us and tell [...]
Twisted up and a little soggy, I start to feel too cramped and caged. The door splits, Spilling sunlight, I uncoil and turn unsteady eyes to the glare. I push against the gap, Gentle, gentle, don’t go too fast, The door smoothly swings, Gentle, gentle, not too fast. I’m sticky and hopeful, Porcelain fine and [...]
With some confusion, I asked again, `But what makes your feelings real?’ She gestured vaguely, a sandwich in hand, `One doesn’t know: one feels.’ Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I asked her to make herself more clear, But immediately regretted it As she obviously held the topic dear. `I think you should be [...]
Three black birds and one white — I lay exhausted and flattened on the grass — three black birds and one white; no wing beat; only for a second — and I stamped clumsy rubber meaning, optimistic mysticism: three — a trinity, a triad, a triptych; (what about the white one following, what could the [...]
(1) Slashed and gashed, and rawly torn, grief’s sirocco burns. (2) The dust is settled thick; Chokes up the books and coats that don’t get used and slide from weary fingers. Wine to cook with; an early start but who’s counting; she’s chatty with The 7:30 Report, talking with her mouth full and dozing after. [...]
I could hear my mother’s chorus of one; if it’s chipped you could slit a lip. For you, the wine splashes against my slit lip and only heals what could have stung.
