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.

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