I
come along
smoke in tunnels
earth's
high altars
the crushed finials
slowly
my sad
my limited answer
invaded
caved human
trapped into night
causes
are obscured
sad eternal consequences
ticking
machine heat
time changes sky
culpable
persistent graceful
my sad answer
white
towers came
distance to ground
parts
of world
ached with energy
graceful
a voice
slow and sad
my
body labour
acts in changes
to dream whenever lights go
We
may be
afraid of need
the
very sound
of the portal
between
the ever
and this reality.
Perhaps
you feel
there’s something jerky
about
the music
inserted at horizons
though
it once
had been sedated.
Perhaps
the trees
will stand willingly
sounding
strange wind-up
notes like strings
as
midnight specials
to remember, again.
*
Interior
morning register
exaggerates daily danger
*
Stairs
renew windows
organise east balance
*
Therefore
to end
where existence enters
*
Knowledge's
internal conclusions
vibrates considered rain
*
Given
yesterday's regulations
the ash began
*
Collapse
of forms
an outside possibility
*
Abundance
equips fabric
this outside broken
*
Until
my night
taste equips hours
*
Letters
depending dust
too many problems
*
Morning
fixed in
newspaper more cold
*
Chronometer
drops ash.
Here's the rise!
*
sounds
across us
senses of traffic
let
me off
that hook slow
holding
in passages
pushing the wall
skirling
over willows
wherever we can
ants
and cows
watch our hips
curled
being born
turning with delicacy
open
tunnels into
loving calamitous world
walking / and typing
cob-
ble slips
rain ahead
stone
cement
blonde on blonde
la!
there and
there blossoms
dead
writers
live/script/on
books
books books
livres paris
dogs
doggies
dog shit slip
'a'
where 'q'
should be, slips
- some quick notes on the journey
*
cold
in the
night frosty shake
stretched
in the
throat and tongue
air
rushes through
the last hour
stars
hard to
get in beam
looking
up into
dust and tripways
transit
of Venus
in the air
*
Had I been
faceless I
would
not have felt
the colder
rain
flocks seek me
like air
if
I had risen
once ongoing
after
quiet had I
been faceless
I
would not have
felt colder
rain
*
look
long valley
before night is
light
I am
not like moves
into
me and
skin no barrier
pink
transparent gold
better than god
you
can reach
because I have
felt
atoms mingle
or flutters breeze
skin
fine coaxed
planet hairs surprise
darkness
gets greener
the storm arrives
need
to cross
machine or dog
bowls
light empty
time takes slow
hours
repeat never
the same even
sleep
as valley
rustle up dark
up
night stars
full of names
*
I
go low
as grey light
distance
tears me
from my head
sky
dances sun
so slow now
tunnels
steer me
into the cold
I
go now
where words tear
tired
song slapped
against sound catchers
resistance
moves me
into long voice
night
blurs lines
against open gates
I
go now
into home light
threaded
poured ached
gone and open
*
mean
war was
sworn on ever
*
Morning
drops blossom
wet black boughs
flowers
clivia
chinese lantern
the orange flowers
but
not the
orange heat yet
drafts
there's
nearly always
colour in it
impermanent tenses 4
Swept
across news
sun helpless against
I
fly easy
wings rattle shame
You
got me
against the fence
Way
you do
shame on you
Elbows
shadow scaffolds
halfway up, into
God
among clouds
several versions believe
Songs
creation machines
dot aspirations/ blow!
Advertise
right buttock
keeping the score
Front
page morning
a sliding puzzle
People
look up
sex+civil+war
My
dragon statue
tacks the corner
Ready
to lie
in the corner
Sydney rain today
rain
down does
as hills disappear
rains
not small
but blurred layers
rained
one seagull
climbs the chill
*
morning
sweeping washing
bottlebrush is out
visitors
for Annette
photographers with cakes
dogs
won fireworks
in the valley
between
all work
is getting done
listening
new nick
cave is good
sound
and smell
of night rain
smell of smoke
summer
sends signals
its smoky air
begin
day's song
saxophone/guitar/percussion
found
virgin beauty
melbourne cd shop
one
month ago
in the grey
such
a find
great ornette coleman
dancing
and swinging
in the free air
tomorrow
form
empty again
becomes the river
phone
won't stop
disturbing the gloom
hang
up and
lie back down
tomorrow
there's three
years of it
messy clouds
suddenly
everyone runs
away in clouds
tired
and scattered
had too much
it's
fine it's not
and yet again
sweat
is real
so is rain
malt
golden
the cliche
tickles my throat
scots
or irish
it sings within
sea
or rock
we drink it
hear
the river
and the song
by the river
sighing
in mangroves
along with she-oaks
we
speculate outside
with the wind
golf
at midnight
on the islands
kids
are tigers
slinging an iron
it's
expensive living
on the ridge
at limits?
poised
or posed
at the limit
sun
there and
behind also sun
if
the past
is a metaphor
truth
dives lies
into the words
sun
them and
behind also words
Tuesday 29 March
(reading Rimbaud and Tranter over a coffee)
this morning
fog
that sits
on our houses
regarding pain
bodies
fall onto
their own shadows
still not got
yup
still not
got some words
to
say or
say a lot
i
write i
read adding up
words
like fees
for my life
friday night
cars
go by
does this seem
wrong
within the
basics of Friday
how
the lights
shine less lonely
*
this rain
shivers on us
again
but again
that rare thing
extemporises
grey lain
among the green
or
orange lights
chase moving shadows
there
between road
and rotting rail
impasse
an action
of the state
anxious
sheeting
the lifting jet
fears
goes into
the seeded clouds
passing
we pass
as we go
into
[28 September 2005, 4.45pm]
*
cool
is coming
smell its air
like
sea a
breeze is sound
hot
and hard
to think well
sixteen ferneries
sixteen
days without
television - and so ...
screen
has no
angles no size
no
mountains trees
and no smell
to speak of
apart from
something ...
sixteen days without -
instead poems
aloud
and air aloud
with water
ferneries
note for 2006
stop explaining forget
backstory and
act
how
much fuel
do you need
to play free
with the
moment
heart hay(na)ku
And
how sound
changes the heart
shave
or switch
the time beat
listen
through skin
and in terror
that
something will
amiss or change
heart
through sound
beat that skins
amiss
the switch
to time heart
yellow lily hay(na)ku
Day by day they are dying
as day by opening into yellow
into the stream to die living
into the green seen through water
glass/lumen/split the curve falls
onto an imaginary and real table
Three angles on the dance
Are
the circumstances
as ghastly as
you
think? Or
is it sun
melting
all to
flesh? Or somehow
I’ve
become cadaverous
on a table.
//
Death
has no
emotion. This is
what
we twigged.
It’s the music
of
the rays
past a state
of
the heart
into the dance.
//
Love
we shared
accordion, strings. Darkness
dangles
its allure.
Supreme court of
magic
its propulsion
where, ever thankful
lights
out territory
of the further.
variations on the marinade
ginger
air's source
palm the sugar
line
juice along
the light soul
so
it's chilly
drink me wine
*
more
news dies
in the body
illusions
rise to
lines of trees