Memories of nightclub nights

Carousing into the dawning morning with musician mates in the ninety laties. The Paradise Club. Kings Cross. Sydney. Australia. It’s early. Perhaps late. Point of view type of thing. Out of my smoky, hazy reverie I realized that the garrulous stranger was still talking at  me. Shrugging off another tax-dodge anecdote, he turned up the […]

Recording time

Just finished recording twenty recent poems … 19 of which I have updated on this blog, and one has gone missing … or should I say “has been temporarily misplaced”. Ironically, its the one about me being stuck in a small country town for three days after losing my car keys after a “Music, Art […]

Benighted States of Generica

Playing with words and travel observations in the world Disunited states New Lexicon Inertia North Provoked’er South Provoked’er Flurryda Maim Correctyagut No Work Alreadygone Cantaffordya Michigone Illofnoise Taxes Loserana Vaginia Tendency Industrial outskirts peppered with trailer parks Then come the home stores White goods furniture and lifestyle Fast food car yards and junk Glimpse or […]

Cathartic cleaning

We’ve all been here i reckon … Cathartic cleaning Room to room Do I use it? Do I like it? Do I need it? Boof – out it goes Bags of linen out the door Lots of little boy toys Left on the nature strip With superseded gifts Tasteless souvenirs And dusty reminders Of previous […]

Inches away from millimetre perfect

Hanging around in Melbourne pubs and clubs in the 1980s, being cynical and feeling sorry for myself. Ah, to be in my early thirties again! Not! Teenage fashion junkies Playing poor Fifty dollar hairdos Labels on their pants Hip shack rhythms collide Push through the sweat Women yawn together In the breaks They wait for […]

Stars in the carpet

(Bronte space thoughts 2012) Vacuuming stars at midnight From a grubby seaside carpet Nick Drake background hums My seventies London soundtrack Feel sixteen at sixty-one Rushing fast to sixty-five Single bed room Sanctuary and prison Full creative life Empty of passion Put away childish things Time to be a proper man Right.

Bermuda Palms

In 1977 I spent 9 months in Bermuda programming and installing a database for an international insurance company. I worked hard and played harder in those days. I also spent a fair amount of time alone and introspective, observing stuff. Like palm trees. Who do the palms wave at When the wind blows cool With […]

Smoke in the darkness

(Bermuda race riots 1977) Smoke in the darkness Unspoken fears Bubble to the surface Like scum or hatred Anger blows away Illusions of friendship Reveals another racist Jungle bunny talk Makes me want to vomit Out the unctuous stench Of misplaced white pride

Understanding “sweet sorrow”

Ah, love and loss and heart ache. Where would poets be without it! Better now thanks. Twenty year old poem that still works, I think. Feel free to shoot me down in flames if needed. She’s gone Through the aperture A last glimpse Then She’s gone Tears at the airport Happy kind of crying Home […]

springs cumming – november 1983

Living in Melbourne in the early eighties, I became obsessed with the poet e.e. cummings for a while … this is my stumbling attempt at his style. captivated by smiles gestures and rubbings he was funny when it happens along i thought when you least expect it and straightens your back with a spring in […]