married to patterns in stratarepeat/repeat/repeatshe knew land languagetranslated granite to geometrywith rose scented handsimposed the gridanchored in bedrockin her home floats in the skywhere the sunshinewhere the sunshine isjust a little closer to theeand thee and theeanchored to bedrock legendsspelled in geology’s designwe turned throughday/night/day/night/dayafter darkthe milkywayprinted stories on blackwe saw a red moon’s last flickeras it fell flaming to the seagloom extinguished white starshours layered darkbefore light was summoned by crow call then magpies woke and redtails cheered
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Went to the North Perth house, took cakes chosen with care, raspberry, lime, vanilla, apple, cream, custard, pastry, crumble, real fruit. Drove. Drove. Drove. Avoided other’s duco, indicated with law abiding courtesy, yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir, Paddington Street speed humps grunted twenty twenty twenty at my shockies, padded down the sand path, wrapped cakes crinkled, bike shop shut, bus stop empty, burnt out ute, sign posts to the right house, party house, barbeque in the afternoon house, the abandoned party began at the verge, stumbled past the wiper-snipper cowed cactus, smashed up the steps, stubbed out on the garden path, broke on the veranda, spewed through the hall, the kitchen and staggered on out into the art installation backyard, where still it seemed, men danced, women danced, smoke curled, snags sizzled, onions sparked taste buds, dark liquid swirled into jars, in corners, on grass, heads, shoulders, bodies mounded together, thump, twang, bass mutter, bouncing ball words — shades, shadows, traces — all still, still there but now morning sunlight harder than a concrete head slam, exposed rot¸decay with glint and sparkle.
we cut the cakes
road kill guts
we fell on it like wild hungry puppies
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
time to sit still — a shuffle — a paper dropped — a thoughtless sigh — will send them into the air — babies — two — feral doves — just left home — finding it almost too hard — taking the sun — I hope they have learned about cats — they are a food favoured by cats — do they know this? — these babes from out of the woods — I want to give them seed but maybe it is better they learn their own birdy ways.