For The Long Weekend

Stormy Weather

It's blowing so hard
It's blowing black dogs
off leashes
There goes the weekend
Bugger
I'm still going sailing
Regardless

Love With A Twist Of Gemini

Above... Simone de Beauvoir with her Chicago man ( Writer Nelson Algren )


Jean Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir

3WW..nausea,cherish,guarantee

'nausea' was a good name for his novel
a guaranteed success for the gemini peacock
who looked like a brueghel demon/ drugged dachsund
but charismatically pulled the girls

he did not really cherish his 'castor'
a turban'd hybrid ice handmaiden/intellectual
who found ravissante rosy pink love
with a gorgeous yank in Chicago
leaving him heartbroken to return to the peacock prince
a Paris forging a path for french feminism
with her novel 'the second sex'

Blackberry Pie...Fait A La Main

dverse/gooseberry garden





who would have thought
that talk of blackberry pies
and apple crumble
rug cleaning and twins
sweet talk of bad weather
gift wrapped in a bow
could be so special


any skerrick of generosity and warmth
is rare and overwhelming
on this vile politesse free
environmentally destructive planet
inhabited by self obsessed self analytical
greedy clanging cymbals
unimaginative networking operators
clinging on to the tail of Mammon
climbing to the dark place sans sunshine
in the hope of recognition and societal success

nature will blow us all out of the water
laughing as she does it
will we cry, wail and moan of doom?
Yes
"Oh shrieve me,shrieve me holy man!"
will some of us laugh as well?
Yes
will those be labelled as bitter and twisted
cynical nutters?
Yes
will they care?
No

Ku De Ta

Mojito
Gazpacho
G'day
Gede


Mojito
Splendito
Bagus
Tekuh

Chocolate Decadence
and Spring Rolls
for two

Cozy is Cool
So is Tekuh
My mind
will fly back
to the fun days
at KU

Matur Suksuma
Back Soon

Riding With Will

3WW...yawn dull race

the last race
is fortune's win

tis not the time
for dull edged wit
and tears

raise thy sword high
slash the sky's yawn wider

ride like the wind
to victory

GOODBYE

dverse

He came to say goodbye
formal cold indifferent
Om swastiastu

I offered him tuber roses
He smiled
said he did not like flowers
Shudder bells on alert again
Om swastiastu

All this fervour
flick the switch smiles
sans flowers
sans warmth
sans love
sans joy
Om swastiastu

A comatosed zen existence
tranquillised by meditation
and brutalised by self imposed austerity?
Om swastiastu

No
No
No
not for this little black duck!

She is om swastiastuing herself
back to Gondwana land
Today
back to the dreamtime
to rearrange her thoughts
to sing her own song again
with coloratura notes that
will ring like crystal plinks
throughout the lands
Om swastiastu
And
No thank you to you too

Dali Dances Backwards

3WW..omitted ease backward

I'm going backwards
with such ease that
one would never believe
that I had ever managed
forwards

I've omitted to reveal
the reason why
I'm doing this legong dance
backwards in quick step time

I have been wearing
an eccentric reckless label
for months which has now been
indelibly tattooed on my
distended brain


In this Salvador Dali Bali place
Ma Goose Bagus Jegeg
is put into a trance
before she is impaled
with bamboo sticks
and sacrificed

It doesn't hurt
(so they say)

I can see Scuttlebucket's
hand in this somewhere

LOSS OF INNOCENCE

d verse

the golden goose watched him
from the shadows

his face a beatific vision
aglow with happiness
at that woman's arrival

he clasped her hands firmly
in a beautiful welcome
pleased at her return

dazzled by his warm affection
the golden goose had finally witnessed
some thawing in the iceman
and was pleased
to have her premonitions
proved wrong

not long after
she learnt that he had
sent that woman to her death
with that clasp

he smiled as he related the story
to mother goose with frozen indifference

she listened expressionless
and internally shuddered
she knew her head was
next for the chopping block

the golden goose
had become egg bound
and was not laying any more

"for once in your life
don't be a goose"
she said to herself

"stop producing golden eggs
stop believing in people"

A Message

3WW...observe erode heart

please listen and observe
my darling
this consistently glum
reticent unyielding
strictured insufferable
sanctimonious sourpuss
self - centred stance
will erode all feeling
from even the most
ardent heart

Song Bird

dverse

some of us
endowed with
magnificent voice
live
humming
in muted silence
of the shadowlands

watching
hoping
and
waiting
waiting
waiting

Monsoon Madness

She had that sinking feeling
of dying
Dying again

Cut to ribbons
with brutal honesty
exquisitely packaged in
frozen Gemini ice
to celebrate another ceremony
'tropical torture day'

Grief invades her
like a night army
creeping stealthily across the plain
obliterating all the escape routes

Nothing
can stem this flow
of torrential tears
or ford the raging river
of offense
Nothing

C'est la guerre!