3WW...crinkled demand navigate
my heart
navigates
its little row boat
through mountainous seas
storms and ocean liners
toppled by wake wash and foam
crinkled by demands and assaults
like a pleated fan
floating on the ocean
tied down
with rocks and rope
for some strange reason
it is still unsinkable
it will not die
Rallentanda
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Sunday, February 26, 2012
The Modern Way

privacy
not needed
anymore
unlike
the animal world
for birthing
an audience
causes great distress
to our furry brothers
and
me
outmoded me
of basic instinct
and controversy
the modern ways
of humans
are mostly
alien
to all of my
sensibilities
sometimes I question
my humanity in
the modern context
calling
calling
is there
another ET
out there?
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Bernini
Friday, February 24, 2012
I Hear Blue Flutes
A poem using lines from Japanese poet Kakinomoto no Hitomaru.
Hitori kamo nen ( If I'm to sleep alone)
Naga-nagashi yo wo ( So long like this night )
I will think of you
I can still feel you
Your indelible memory
Shidari-o-no ( just flows and flows )
Hitori kamo nen ( If I'm to sleep alone)
Naga-nagashi yo wo ( So long like this night )
I will think of you
I can still feel you
Your indelible memory
Shidari-o-no ( just flows and flows )
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
BRING BACK KEVIN RUDD


3WW...elastic cancel labor
ding dong the witch is dead
treacherous hairdresser's moll
should return to ambulance chasing
cancel the faceless men
Shorten arsed stalinists
ambitious minions
whose moral compasses are as
flexible as elastic bands
clean out the fascist scum
rebuild the Labor Party
BRING BACK KEV
the democratically elected
leader of the Australian people
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Tankas
Wit
she had it in spades
and offended so many
while loving it all
the picket white fence brigade
sharpened their points attacking
she fell in a heap
decided to write flaccid poems
about bruised petals
the picket white fence brigade
sharpened their points attacking
she got up slowly
gave up poems took up crochet
it was not enough
the picket white fence brigade
sharpened their points attacking
she had it in spades
and offended so many
while loving it all
the picket white fence brigade
sharpened their points attacking
she fell in a heap
decided to write flaccid poems
about bruised petals
the picket white fence brigade
sharpened their points attacking
she got up slowly
gave up poems took up crochet
it was not enough
the picket white fence brigade
sharpened their points attacking
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