Everything is what it is
This way
And that way
Change is…
But adjustment
For equilibrium
Is achievable
Fantasy
Aim for stability
It is the best
Go get it
Poems
I stared at her arse
At the greyhounds on TV
And his arse, briefly
And his collar
The golden ratio of the bar
The cascading stairs of spirits
The grind of two dancers
My phone for quite a while
Those who just traipsed in
And those who just fell out
The barmaid yet again
I scratch at the beer label
And her arse again
I’d sooner be cuddling a loved human or pet
Or just hanging out
Instead
dance on a Sunday midnight
make pretend art
yell at the TV news
date
go on patrol
drink with grumpy old men
create fantasy political parties
say hi to cats and dogs
drink with 20-something hot males/females
drink alone
work out
buy lotto tickets
run
walk
read sci-fi
sing (shower, lounge, and street oops)
invest
divest
experiment
consume bands/tv/movies/music/games
travel
talk to myself
cook odd things well and normal things wrong
and work, of course
distractions all
The same as others, who expect the next and only change will be grandchildren or death, do
garden
knit
nod off
consume tv
eat but don’t really cook
Colder than the night before I met you
It penetrates my heedless wheeze then sighs
August in mood, in all that I choose
My banner waves from a dream capsized
That’s the original and never finished it. Well, it only feels unfinished because it is so short. Decades later I can try but it’s a struggle. Actually all I like about it is the opening line…
Longer than the day after we met
Decades of disintegration and malaise
I push myself not to forget
Your red hair on that windy summer’s day
Older than the cough you set within me
Bronchitis from a cliff-top frozen kiss
For years I tackled people, land and sea
To find the ghost, the lover gone a miss
Spontaneous and unworked.
Only sleep because
Dreams are better than drudgery
Endlessly possible…
Finish the cheap wine
It’s worth at least 30 cents
Dancing worst outcome
Verbal diarrhoea
My Dad said when I spoke up
Just engaging Dad
Easier to type
Than to drag oneself to bed
Sliding off the chair
Apartment too big
Bed too big alone I guess
Corridor too small
Below freezing now
Stubborn melancholy wheeze
Won’t give up my choice
All children frozen
Kookaburras laugh, they jest
Country family time
Rotund artisan
Chihuahua cuddles close
Now on Instagram
Dance in manure
Cats whiskers observe their prey
Politicians spit
Art in a sewer
Silhouette crows observing
Hooded madman peeks
Distant angels lie
Dance around the desperation
Mostly they succumb
Pretty sweet baubles
Wolf licks its fairytale tongue
Aaaaargh I got you girl
Walls I cannot touch
Distant family grabbing me
Space between atoms
Distant family grabbing me
Space between atoms
The only measure
The weight of the squat cask wine
Know just where I am
The weight of the squat cask wine
Know just where I am
Cold pizza stand-off
Needless devour v 3 lunches
Vegetables mostly
Needless devour v 3 lunches
Vegetables mostly
Weekly anguished shave
One last remaining chin hair
Out damn stubborn spot
One last remaining chin hair
Out damn stubborn spot
Sometimes the noon rule doesn’t apply
Continuing the delights of the previous night
Or avoiding the anticipated drudgery of today
So a different path is taken
And I miss the opportunity for things to come right on their own