Poetry

I Will Write An Ode To Her Tight Jeans

I Will Write an Ode to Her Tight Jeans This is an artists sketch, surely all perfect lines this is millimetre thin against your skin, exquisite this is fine sculpted stone marble sharp, this is a denim tight curve alighting. This is my poem to your arse in those jeans, this is art for the… Continue reading I Will Write An Ode To Her Tight Jeans

Poetry

Digger VE/6136

Digger VE/6136 ‘E’s an ‘andsome bloke, is ol’ mate Luke, wiv ‘is peelin’ sunburnt nose, ‘e’s six-foot-two, frum Humpty Doo, an’ farmin’s all ‘e knows– but when the call fer arms went round, the cobber showed ‘is colours, an’ now ‘e’s ‘ere on forrin ground, wiv ‘is fellow bushwhacked brothers. ‘E’s ‘andy with a bayonet,… Continue reading Digger VE/6136

Poetry

Cirrus Dancing

Cirrus Dancing Start with the corners. The half minutes. The awkward bumps. Blue for the sky, and white lace breezing from walls like poetry waxed smooth. Here, the puzzled pieces of your ankle braille under baked digits. Pull this apart, deconstruct, an eventime light lifting your eyes- line scanners, them and words words pulling back down filling… Continue reading Cirrus Dancing

Poetry

Peregrinations

Peregrinations For Dad Take flight, O Muse, take wing on charcoal skies, take steps, Minstrel, take music, take your song, take hearts, Pilgrim take eyes and make them shine, take chances, traveller, take time, make rights from wrongs. Take note, Pippin: -when your handwriting gets so bad you can’t read your own lines- take comfort,… Continue reading Peregrinations

Poetry

The Island

The Island Take me back half a decade to the streets of Sydney and autumn sun on the leaves of Centennial Park with Colin Meloy in my ears telling me it'll be alright in that love hate drawl while I love hate the girl that forced me there alone to walk the streets of Sydney… Continue reading The Island

Poetry

Untitled

  Untitled You are jumping to conclusions I am falling into line You are driving fast at answers I am leaning on you hard We are terrified of freezing, To stop swimming is to drown So the muscles keep on pummelling The skin into the ground- You are worried you're replaceable I'm scared that you are… Continue reading Untitled

Poetry

Black Sails

Black Sails Remember me, peglegged or patched falling with style into your arms- not like this. Remember me, ginlipped dripping smiles in a brick courtyard. Within easy reach- not like this. Remember me, love tricorned and corny, in a circle edemiming my way through your life. Feeling for your hand, handily- not like this. Remember… Continue reading Black Sails

Poetry, Unmasked

Unmasked- Part V

Origin Story In which reality is blurred, we go back to the beginning to discover how it all began, sleep the sleep of the dead and get awkwardly personal. There is a momenta singular occasionone infinitesimal point in timejust before my eyelids closejust before sleep takes mebetween my conscious thoughtsand nightly dreamsof youwhen you become… Continue reading Unmasked- Part V

Poetry, Unmasked

Unmasked- Part III

After The Golden Age In which we skip straight to the comics anyway, discover a new level of disdain for the tabloids, encounter a threat, and realise that it's not every dream in which we can fly. On Monday, all hell breaks loose. The Morning Herald runs with 'Dream Girl Sleeps With the Enemy' The… Continue reading Unmasked- Part III

Poetry, Unmasked

Unmasked- Part I

The Dark Night Falls In which we are introduced to our hero, take a left to the chin, rethink the floor plan of our evil lair and plan a lunar picnic. She can fly, you know, if she wants to,she could zock you on the chin,she could punch right through three feet of steel if it should come to it. She could… Continue reading Unmasked- Part I