my ugliness
is  in
that I am
still here

See how the wind loves me
it caresses my face with gentle fingers
lifting and playing with my hair
whispering sweet poetry in my ears

The earth too loves me
calling me to come down
and embrace in final ecstasy
but not today
I turn and walk away

living and dying
what a strange combination
of commonplace
and extraordinary

all the colours of autumn
unfolded like a carpet
rolling away to the horizan
horses grazing
in far away meadows
clouds moving
like mountains across the sky

i did have
a man i didn't know
came up behind talking of queensland
and riding the surf in cyclones drunk
he looked wasted
he was beautiful and so ******* scary weird
it was surreal
yeah it was frightening
he was not though in retro
i was thinking within gates
he was ok
blessed
and benign
gentle
and not quite there
childlike and on the loose
although he was happy striding into the waves
wet jeans and laughing
and who can diss that
under the moon and stars

one of the sad aspects of my parents relationship is
they constantly disagree
on things they should let go
as long as i can remember
they've done that
only now they're almost dead
are they at peace

ceilings are what we are
nothing more we kid ourselves
you know that despite what you write
which is to yourself anyway
altho you don't listen