baby you got mobile

I told her
you got Foxtel, you got
hand held. Babe, you got
mobile ! What the hell
do you want from me ?
Cant you step aside &
let me hide ? You got the world
as Acid & Bile. Make it yours
& give me a break . This line
is engaged. This Line
is mine. I do ICQ
IM’s & BBQ. Dont ask
me for This Line its not
for you. It has lonely poems
from such a Lonely Paradise.
You have that already. Your straight
Edged Blinkers, you see just
fine as long as its Dark. I’m with
you. Satellites call your bluff
when you pity Time is not
enough. I know you visualize
emptiness in terracotta
& Spanish Lace. Its nothing
natural in the Black Hills of
Adelaide. I can string
a few words together. Make them
walk & move . You’d see this
plunging in & out of Stories.

I told her
: you got Foxtel, you got
hand held. Babe, you got
mobile ! What the hell
do you want from me ?
Cant you step aside &
let me hide ? You got the world
as Acid & Bile. Make it yours
& give me a break .
I hear you mumbling under
your breath.

---

gathering

like a re arrangement
you could tell

the rains were about to stop
cars without lights
kats bearded & crazed
rode motor bikes
in psychadelic breathlessness

“ someone said its the food
of the gods “

“ yea, Mother Nature is Light
she is Food & Reason, she is Darkness
& she is always ready to Surprise You “

gully breezes
inhaled
atmosphere
metal plastic non dimensional
parallel – ed & zoned out
foot worn paths
in blind valleys illuminated
frosted breath by Moonlight

“ eat them with crackers “
“ .. in an Irish Stew
or with eggs on toast ? “

“ frozen ..
... for another Rainy Day ...“

“ kind of a trick on Mother Nature “

“ do you think so ? “

i left the hills with broken
fingernails
a bag full of a Dream
a bag full of a Dream
a small amount of sleep
low light bounced thru hanging
crystals
from the rear view mirror
the road Disappeared
into Lower Sturt
into a Unworldly Shade
smoking johnny
popping the speed humps
washed out
shortcuts
Spat out dry
From Blackwood
the rains were about to stop
cars without lights
kats bearded & crazed
rode motor bikes
in psycadelic breathlessness

“ kind of a trick on Mother Nature “

“ do you think so ? “

“ yea, Mother Nature she is Light
she is Food & Reason “

“ she is Darkness ? “

“ yes. And Surprise “

like a re arrangement
you could tell ...

---

hold my attention

Come to my window. Let the moon
highlight your eyes. I may not
show you Direction, nor show
you Light. I urge you only. You
of Lustrous eyes .
In this crowded race. In restless days
& endless pace.
I urge you Further. Out into the Light
of the Moon. Undressed by motive
taken like a glass of wine. Come to
my window. Read to me, Poems
I had written at 19. Strengthen weaknesses
& doubts . Hold my attention
in view & focus on Here & Now.
I urge you to my side. Touching
precious Stones sometimes
I have power over the wire. I
may not show you Direction. I have no
light that will show you where
I am. I urge you to look. Into your heart
find the first words that still warm
the coldest nights. Since my assassination
you feel betrayed. But its I
who sits here shot. I will not raise my Voice
i may wind you up, just to show you
who I am not. Like a glass of wine, you’ll
know here is more of me. As what you have
already makes you want. I want and Desire
you still . In this crowded race. In restless days
& endless pace.
I urge you Further. Out into the Light
of the Moon. Undressed
taken like a glass of wine. You
of Lustrous Eyes. Come to My Window.
I Urge you still.