Poems
Kites
tonight is a Mexican moon
blood orange, tequila red
a time for teenage ghouls
to run the midnight sun ragged
on the beach
craving a joint
to light the night
flaming dancers & kites
call the flamenco tide
a gay man with small gay dog
gives me a 3am sideways smile
though it is only 8pm
the family witching hour
of fireworks and candy
ten teenage girls form a coven
nine red parachutes bloom
eight ice creams running
seven XXXX beers
six children are lost presumed happy
five lovers kiss for the first & last time
four middle age mermaids
three small boys light cigarettes
two Asian kites build a ladder to the sky
while one grown man
is looking at the sand
running though his hands
running
poems for the owl
1.
no-one
sees
the owl
seeing
the snow
seeing
the silence
seeing
the shadows
seeing
the scripture
of the
human
heart
2.
if you kill an owl
ask permission
to take a feather
place it on your hat
kiss your lover once
then be prepared to take flight
the night
will forgive you
sit in ghost gums
watch the main road
for strays
breathe the shadow
mice and men
will approach
with awe & caution
kiss them once
talons by your side
spread your wing span wide
take flight
The survival of spiders
every broom
brings them to the edge
of the precipice
they enter the vacuum
that void
in spiders silence
spun in the moment
scurrying up the walls
with the faintest hint of madness -
in those eyes
infinite
feeding.
every day
brings us closer to our
arachnid roots
I extend eight offers of
forgiveness
and draw only moths
spinning webs we trap ourselves
in a rage of gnashing teeth
the poison never piercing skin
the prey never going down easy
we are always left in the corners
making a nest there in the ceiling
waiting for the night to eat
after mating with our
shadows.