Poems
The white bag
she was outside Safeway
listening on the FM band
when she saw it ball-
ooning along
like the baby
in The World According to Garp
like a dot on a karaoke screen
the white bag
floated in time
to Somethingggggg
in the wayyy
she mooooves
above the plastic-coated land
until she could no longer see
that point of light
in the indigo plain
later near K Mart
she saw it again
jitterbugging above
to the end of the line
is a mighty fine line, it's the end
of the line, the end of the line
Train
At the moment
when she burst over the overpass
flying in the sky like the Jetsons
a Jeffrey Smart train
struck out of the underpass
stretching towards the You Yangs
like an oversized toy
heading past pale grasslands
to the twin peaks of blurry mountains
containers of rust/blue/white
holding on hands
following the leader
not looking back
as she ate up the highway
playing her part in the jigsaw
she wanted to call the train back
from its diagonal, but she knew
it had to follow the green light