The trailing ring of a trams bell
competes with a guitars strum,
soon the old GPO tolls in swell
while chatter of voices to hum.

Tables and chairs out at lunch
the parking here closed by six,
public holiday less of a crunch
echo of voices in phone sticks.

The hum of trams hover upon
child after a treat whines loud,
toward Autumn grey, roof wan
rain gathering to a wry shroud.

As trams echo carries on past
upon their patina a clatter too,
languages of street flying fast,
barista stirs his caffeine brew.

Remain viewing a message spent
clocks are headed toward twelve,
screen shows delivered, not sent,
eight minutes into enquiry delve.

Easy trust in huge tall man grown
way from tiny as years traversed,
friends, all of whom well known
at house not by a club dispersed.

Is group we trust from his school
stayed fast together seven years,
now are separating see lives duel
interstate or join cross city peers.

And once small shadows passed
now burly men heavy see parade,
setting sight on lives soon to cast
on their own, we the parents fade.

In faint edge find a light breeze
cutting through the koel’s song,
bustle of cars in amongst trees
as thunder rebounds in among.

To mesh of blue and grey skies
confining as a hand knitted top,
lightning fizz in zipped disguise
street crowds shelters if shops.

Between vast European brands
add upon best Asia can supply,
there are centres more strands
for miles as if the crows did fly..

Porsches racing Lambos speed
noisily down a one way avenue,
passing small trucks soon freed
are carrying tens to open view.

While clouds clear in moments
now the people walking return,
a sun bold is drying pavements
once more tourists parts burn.

Resting in hidden on a branch
koel’s continue a pitch refining,
another nest to join to tranche
their calls, Singapore defining.

If I posit people are composed
of facets that vary in shade,
and that glint as sparkle
towards a stage.

Then, if so, could we describe
the behaviour of a gathering,
as glass prisms interacting
in a group together?

Baffling the light,
meshing shadows, while
at the same instant,
glinting in separate paths?

Hanging near to each other
in fixed positions,
that vary only in intensity
and not direction.

Meanwhile technology has
changed that simple linearity,
with parts no longer fixed,
but on separate rotating orbits.

In close contact, then away,
to deep darkness like comets.
As I begin to understand why
chandeliers are now passé.

Chinese friezes seen metres high
reaching as stairs toward clouds,
ebony black, bamboo tints apply,
conversation hums in the crowds.

The distant clink of fine porcelain
hurries by metal clatter of spoon,
marble witness in pale grey stain
as table cloths sweep over room.

Central chandelier orchid below
flowers hang heavy in pale lilac,
conversations soft in space row,
plants thick of shade right back.

Large formal chairs around brim
mobile phones, duelling in stress,
half will exit to the pool to swim,
others suits as go about business.

Glitters among a casing of gold
quartz are veins infused riven,
to welcome a stranger are writers
glitters the gift all seem given.

Sparkling the halls of ascent
promise as hail associations hence,
artistic endeavour rich in crazes
space lies between a barbed fence.

Crafted a virtual playground
distant so borders do not touch,
where vultures flying do roam
only created in dreams or such.

Descends a sense of unease
inside the quartz, wringing blood.
those welcomed are of difference
outsiders find their end in mud.

Tradition from a single nation
familiar as observe roles supine,
radical, a narrowness of thought
spout ever a complimentary line.

Precious metal naturally nuggets
then refined down to gold bars,
on the surface easy to miss
if defined an authoritarian parse.

And those that dare question
(as if in true art we are bound),
politely discarded to chambers
challenge lost in excuses found.

And as taken out of the group
noted the absence of noise,
originals have nuggets panned,
from the passing girls and boys.



.

Steel verses steam water's strain
odes dissolve the waves to ship,
humanity barely buries the slain
in consciousness blood left drip.

Battles we enter as pathos seize
enemies seen with false minions,
warships hunt in distant degrees
as we battle currents of opinions.

Muse off upon sorties with guns
poetic rhymes left below to sink,
shattered bodies blood left runs
lives staring at foam in the drink.

Creativity of world will dwindle
as the sweep of sand and waves,
blasted back by a cordite spindle
where was that peace all craves?

Quiet but for the sneezes and feet upon wooden floor
another woken, heard noises when opening the door,
little one sleeping still in distance a faint magpies song
Sunday morning in the suburbs while resting all along.

Upon blazing skies see an aeroplane in distance score
quiet but for the sneezes and feet upon wooden floor,
Sunday morning in the suburbs while resting all along
pause in a days welcoming rays as sleepy eyes belong.

Clouds dancing in the horizon a growing tide is strong
Sunday morning in the suburbs while resting all along,
quiet but for the sneezes and feet upon wooden floor,
a moment seeking company while still a presence raw.

Sunday morning in the suburbs while resting all along.
a stirring in bedrooms now as to calls here find belong,
nothing like a day with kids when no surprises in store,
quiet but for the sneezes and feet upon wooden floor.

On gypsum is waltz of hair bristles
wood directing the form into brush,
seated in a chair an artist whistles
background ebon yet fingers plush.

Paints salvaged from marked tray
wizened hands flick cigarette ash,
ember burns in a stubby end grey
his yellow teeth grinding as gnash.

Few lights linger dark upon studio
they track his shuffles and sways,
a feeble body his mind burns true
shadows lengthen in paints craze.

Ink navy, a tide of emotion
blink as hurls stormy ocean,
fallow seethe, etched scripts,
shallow eddies capturing rips.

Salt of waves, currents snide,
faults gloom in foam astride,
mull cliffs, my stories baulk,
gleeful gulls, sly hover gawk.

Words go splash losing sight,
emerge to dune brief respite,
graze leave sharp, corals seer,
blaze raw depth my atmosphere.

Atmosphere, my depth raw blaze,
seer corals sharp, leave graze,
respite brief, dune to emerge
sight losing, splash go words.

Gawk, hover sly, gulls gleeful,
baulk stories, my cliffs mull,
astride foam in gloom faults,
snide currents, waves of salt.

Rips capturing eddies shallow,
scripts etched, seethe fallow,
oceans stormy hurls as blink,
emotion of tide, a navy ink.

Here to the ground beseech
in the mottled gaze of winter,

Spring bulbs a thread teach
by loam mature while simper.

Petals remains out of reach
crisp the sunlight by fingers,

Unfurling the vibrancy each
unseen yet on palette lingers.

Spiralling on towards speech
buds rustle as earth simmers,

Heat smiles if minerals leech
flowers their vision glimmers.

Friends we find in the strangest of places
around and between as branches of trees.
Leaves gather to rustling in sunny spaces
growing as sway upon canopies we seize.

Joining together leaves touch by degrees
within stars plume find special dust graze.
Upon ebon bustle swirl patterns of leaves,
galaxies surging brightly in desire ablaze.

In the shimmer of cosmos hands we raise
connected by words as upon spirits muse.
To carpets of light we join fingers in praise
found brightly burning into desires infuse.

Forest joins, if gather leaves in stars tune
a night sky reveals two faces in one moon.

::
                                 Find
                              spy Ra if
                            hide then to
                         risen  aside fire.
                      Flame  strikes pyre
                    stones   quarries lined.
                 Designs   in mason sketch
              dragging   chains rips silently.
           The teams   workers left in echoes
         commands   with yells cry viper still.
      Slave gangs   deep servitude  lay fear
   grains if sand   distance spears  wear.
Across demise   arose this design   In
to histories ills   has its mark made

Clouds go carousing past me
view a distant patter of rains,
for while cotton spirals I see
you see the cumulus strains.

In the place breeze hovering
faint zephyr is rustling trees,
holds my cheek clamouring
reaches both, instant seize.

And the leaves past tussle
upon basalt skies left torn,
lies within depths of rustle
patterns once steps worn.

By day's end stars do dart
another frame set to view,
in hemispheres find apart
patterns upon skies, you.

On stone currents an Angel left freeze          
is a wooden vessel her guilt plies,
companion in trials is a Siamese,
toll reflecting in crossed eyes.

Floundered on rocks, vessel becalmed
wings behind wrapping up stage,
angled sprays leapt lives farmed,
men jostling into dark gauge.

Cumulus grey to brown surging green
turgid seas obscure dying calls,
wings of black shrouding scene,
bone breaking as rock mauls.

Wave underneath prone, my slave ebon break,
hands swirl, fumbling, here body mine to wake.
Her bones, sandstone eddies etching my tune,
sculpture I desire, bones joined in sighs moon.

Currents whip, waters jaunt among her surges,
red blush marks to torso, as whimper emerges.
Silky cadence, ropes owned are strung sound
net open on shoals, scales arch gulls crowned.

Foam writhing on crest, fingers surges engage
in touches trance, curl as shells open on page.
As white clouds and mists cross over her eyes
breakers are slamming to her trembling thighs.

Upon stars orbits dust,
you circling too distant,
moons do reflect on,
stalled an iris.

By in rollicking hurdy,
tatty circus flows, the
sideshow vendors
hear my sigh.

Fragrant sweet pearls,
pink rose waters slide
Mars raining onto
snake skin.

Asian dwarf orchids,
burning in fragrance,
seen luminescent
ebon petals.

Till again beside me
waters sweep slate,
to a satyrs dance,
my arabesque.

Air hangs in grey of
plasters strain,
sitting in solid mass
lost tirade.

As trees branches
searching rain,
grass in half light
gold plaid.

Sheen of showers
palings decay,
cracks pink glaze
sills framed.

Shadows of birds
upon do stray,
to an ebon sheet
airs aimed.

Steel fog of messages,
televisions, white noise mists.
Metal industrial heater
burning brown coal.

Ridges of cold air snap,
press stories headlines leap.
Bush skyline winter burn,
kept in patrolled lines.

Clouds of wisps trailing,
phrases forward, reblogged.
Cars exhaust glows red,
as circle back roads.

Poetry uncoils sparks,
petrichor, instant before rain.
Fireflies dance circling,
embers bore space.

Bed a moon shadow,
image grey crescent.

Your legs stretched,
taut, sleeping, bent.

Ears pricked sharp
cars morn disguise.

Hesitate to disturb,
pink gaze, sunrise.

Blonde hair swirl,
fine yellow straw.

Inks tattoo black,
in charcoal raw.

Eyes blink open,
red thread grain.

Reigns my plain,
fair lady, Spain.

Pastel of flowers sprayed
leaves a backyard harbour.

Shards of sunlight enrich,
as renews sleeping ardour.

Crescendo of insects hum,
in crickets, gnats and flies.

Skies soft rainbow palette
Winter's doldrums disguise.

Pastel of flowers sprayed
leaves a backyard harbour.

Shards of sunlight enrich,
as renews sleeping ardour.

Crescendo of insects hum,
in crickets, gnats and flies.

Skies soft rainbow palette
Winter's doldrums disguise.

I hand you stray scribbles to
mull over, fade to history whence.

I trouble your lips in my bliss
long recalled, our mists sentence.

I capture parts, your shadow,
while lullied by airs soft purring.

I twirl in hairs dancing song,
treasure steps joined unerring.

I drink you by shapes whole
picture a face scarves behind.

I see your wicked grin flare
before dark void to unwind.

I recall, so hold part of you,
memories treasured by two.

I wait responses as come
leash seizes my mirth true.

Ducking and weaving
in and out of faces.
Appearing as a smile,
willowy as stride,
I reach,
you meld to spaces.

Casting a stray gaze
in crowded alleys.
I see in fragments,
photos bare,
they fade,
in sepia tones I rally.

In the whirl of people,
swish of coat wear.
Familiar hand passes,
jigsaw pieces,
hovering,
at a grey mist I stare.

Then your pen answers
cutouts joined into.
Again within my reach,
in memories,
connect,
my eyes fall upon you.

Waves buffet
flesh.

Silently,
buzzsaws hum,
sanding.

Grinding
my shadow,
currents.

A black sky,
hovers,
resolves
to grey image.

My gaps,
monochrome
dunes
exposed.

Damage
gouged,
recovery
sought.

Oceans are
not placated.

A relentless
surging,
advances
by moon.

Erodes,
weakening.

Repair, as if
throwing rocks
toward
the sea,

Waters embracing,
foam screen draught.

Reflecting galaxies,
shadows, cloud craft.

Nebulas surround,
brush colours palette.

Rainbow mirage,
imbibe histories ballot.

Heated cheese, gooey head
as screams writhing.
Voices cackle, sense long fled,
nails board scrape, fleece,
dry scything.

Metal taste in jaw arriving
of sharp magma lead.
World is bent as pitch striving,
hot, red muddle increase,
coals spread.

Head beating as jaw swoons,
vice builds steel grip.
Confusion by drugs flail moon,
as soprano screeches piece,
tune shred.

Sauce pan cooks on shoulder,
steam heats, thriving.
As ventures across my left ear,
in fingers of molten grease,
pile driving

Sky joins,
kisses the ground,
toward the West,
embers glow, burn.

A bonfire crackling
of deep orange churns.
Sits upon a kindling
of cotton candy cloud.

Burnt, the remaining
oxygen of daylight.

Escaping the flames,
sky facing frosts, cools.

Long, thin, ice floes
escape, as born in
walls of glaciers.

Frozen visions in
lilac, soft pink and
etched in violet.

Snow grey and
musk.

Horizon in a blink,
a sketch shaded,
in breaths.

Before eve
sweeps the vista
with a cloak of
stardust.

Papers leafed from
tan leather seats.

Decorative ceiling
gently illuminated.

Accounting alterations
create a vast paper profit.

II

Above old newspapers an
illegal sign requests money.

Morning sky clear,
temperature freezing.

Alcove lined
with cardboard boxes.

III

Separated by
two stories of building.

By years of strata,
history and fortune.

Respective felonies only
meet in glass shadows.

Design behind cast
find nature undefined,
fools, life and death,
rules left behind.

Nothing is as seems
Bluffing as cover hand,
cards past chance,
shards truth lined.

Rules following blindly
jewels miss then within,
stressed is world
best know random.

Random know best
world is stressed
within, then miss jewels
blindly following rules.

Lined truth, shards
chance, past cards.
Hand cover as bluffing
seems, as is nothing.

Behind, left rules
death and life fools.
Undefined nature find
cast behind, design

Ideas, a thought bubble,
constrained by a colourful
umbrella of canvas.

The inflatable was running
out of gas, chased by a
speedboat across a bay.

Leaving far behind
banks, stability and
vivid colours onshore.

Once people jumped off,
the purple banking balloon
was able to float ashore.

Remaining no wiser.
Leaving hot air, wet clothes
and the cast aside at sea.

Phones are bleeping,
as bell rings, gone age before.

Emails hit with bing,
as inbox sings, challenge raw.

People are hurrying,
as stride heavy, upon corridor.

Cars angry blaring,
as daze cast, expletives roar.

My space is glaring,
as corner table, trees restore.

Home foreswearing,
as serenity rules, office four.

Syncopated beat of bass
off beat to whirr
of conversation
bouncing around
xylophone ring
as cello claws

New tune, space, breathe
in autumns depth
drums rattle
military in sound
guitarist circling
hands implore

Long involved discourse
passionate corners
Pan pipe whirs
dances rebound
until bass sting
under scores

As Monday approaches
afternoon darkens
synth drags low
coffees ground
sky threatening
my cafe lore.

I turn into comets fire
you bend avoiding glare.
I imagine craters on moon
you are aglow in beauty fair.

I seek out falling stars
through blankets weave.
You thrive in colours seen
while black holes I conceive.

I observe planet rings
dangers in rock or stone
you are penning silver ink
as fairies dance past known.

As I go orbiting to left
and you aquaplane right
we meet as one in eclipse
in moments of pure delight.

::
                                               Taxi
              |              bare metal in midday heat
              |        ripped edges reflecting the rays.
              |        (                                   ­       0          )
              |  Crumbling windscreens, magnet attaches,
            mirrors hanging, rent, as drops towards crusher.
            @@                               &                                  @ @                              
            Death row, last journey, left only a steel obelisk.
                Amalgam of plastics, metal, awaiting rebirth.

                    Be off away                        once again
                      when the                            jobs call.

A lie is a spark in a pine forest
as it dances a weave in fir needles.
Bright embers jump in the wind as
they warm the speaker.

And most, quickly, find their end.
Extinguished, small burnt patches.
Cold, dark hollows, black soot,
in distant groves of conversation.

In each patch remains a potential,
when the winds of argument rise
and in heat of a battle stoked,
of a runaway wildfire.

Deep searing heat burning all
as it careers into a forest roof.
Conflagration less, if prior
planned burns completed.

Tiniest three sprites
whispering whether
if today go together,
across bold sunlight.

Trapped their steeds
each a small harness,
destination but guess,
flying gossamer seeds.

Twirling onward skies
sun dances upon rays
into a warm heat blaze
brightly within disguise.

As travel past a valley
land in a soft meadow,
set free their shadows,
if floating we must tarry.

::
::
::             Presence writhes as stirring
                        shaped guile is a breeze.

                          Wild urchin of mischief
                              while curling to tease.

                              Whistles while rushing
                                zephyr sighs as seethes
                            
                            ­      Leaps across gutters,
                                   pirouettes in leaves.
  
                                    As rustles in shade
                                        a tussle in trees.

                                              Evening
                                         rest to seize
  
                                  When upon morn
              left, barest shadow deceive.

Rolling breakers
sea of leaden clouds.
The shadow of a tree
highlighted toward horizon,
rustling of beak on fruit.

From far distant the raucous
squeal of cockatoos.
barely a breeze.
Wings beating past in still air.
Then darkness, quietude.

Tiniest shadow
of branches moving.
Frogs guttural croak.
And in nightfall captured
a veil of silence.

Sunlight dapples in
between trees.

Images of brightest
green, pale lemon.

Gaily illuminating
your face, your laugh.

Intensity buzzes
in our shared desire.

As bees humming
around a delicate garden.

True North
to the heat of your eyes.

Sun starts gradually
setting into the West

One enquiry left
on an ever darkening stage.

Who be, if not
two bees, to dance by stars?

Hot air balloons,
brightly float past,
light intersects.

Cafe, olive green,
old rounded chairs,
flimsy tables.

On an antique maroon
espresso machine,
a wizened lady.

Slight, bent,
hair coloured light brown
against grey.

Wearing black,
Greek mourning dress.

Only shop open,
muffins fresh.

Coffee rich,
delicate.

An institution,
may poets never
be exiled.

Days beginning,
most important.
Plato's forum.

Races at greyhound speed
across the manicured
lime grass of the park.

Pigtails twirling
in the breeze behind.

Red Wellington
boots at the ready
as she reaches the tree.

Her eyes smiling
at the rustle of leaves
from Crimson, through
yellow and brown.

She gathers a pile
and throws them to
the breeze.

The sun falling on
the rainbow colours,
her pink cheeks.

A lilting wind captures
her high pitched shrieks.

In garden, rustles
the signature of thieves.
A yellow butterfly,
drifts as shadows ease.

Suddenly, tumult
winds encircling seize.
Shaken trees flail,
hustling now seethes.

Youngest dances
feet spraying leaves.
Say time to stop,
lip curls by degrees.

Gusts see us all
inside past eaves.
As SouWesterly,
my yard heaves.

How do you hint one needs help?
When you realise there is wrong

Where do you aim when seeking?
As there is injury within already.

Where to start as mood draining?
Know will darken scene further.

But others meant to be assisting.
When does a fixer help oneself?

Observe beach
high tide
some distant storm.

Waves swirling rage foam
as scouring the beach
moving loose earth
depositing sand
detritus, **** and shells.

Whittling away the shore
over time exposing
weaker bones of
limestone and
cavities of once solid rock

Water cleanses, removes
the dead and feeble
swept, wider out
predators wait
and feast on the carrion

Same waves tease
but yet
to take me away.

I watch as sun reaches
day yet to appear.
Fresh rays searching
perservere
in vista this stillness.

I listen to still few birds
warble in throng.
Voices anew trailing
birdsong
lightly dusts the leaves.

As I observe a light vivid
In jewels afire.
A stars throng glinting
conspires
across greenest boughs.

I taste the greenery in
freshly cut lawn.
Life afire is stirring
morn
soon new day will wake.

As the candles burn
Eiffel Tower is in relief,
we recall a city
whose presence is grace.

Grace in design
of style and of beauty.
So far removed
from recent pains transpired.

But while pains
will never be forgotten.
Anger burning,
pale flames have the answer.

Flames of life
spirit of remembrance.
In love recall
from warmth burn shadows.