this zone
Axis, what axis, O Achilles don’t ask about my ankle
Breasted with sweat is likely in the forecast, on the boil
Cherry blossom was on my mind, not the new carpet squares in the lift
Digital noise, waves at temples, the cords, the drumming
Envelopes calling my name, and this egg on the face of a new version
Flex, files, there is nothing fancy grown here
Grant or grovel, the telephone juggles the calls
Hovercraft or the soul buzzing just above, a handbook tells no story
Irritants more than spring's imp, flying into my eyes
Jars in the bones, on the shelf, don’t jump
Kitchen action, a spider clumped on the switch, kooky all day
Legal action, legislative lugubrosities
Machine translations and other music anxious moments, my history
in my shoulder
Nil return, nothing more until
Ormolu ticking in a back alley, near windmills and papyrus, fake
ostrich feathers
Paper cups, a leftover, pencils smelling of cedar, a postcard pinned
to the flimsy walls
Queen reading poetry, jumping through lush hoops, last night’s quest
Ringing, ringing, ringing, it won't stop
Splashes of cloud against blue slopes and filtered horizons
Tremors, something behind the eyes testing me
Ugly letters with return addresses, there's no going under
Veins crossing my palm left to right, without knotting vision yet
With a youth I used to swagger round wearing dazzles
Xanthic despite the silver mouse in my hand, o remember the days of xerox
Yoghurt isn't a food, she says, I have yawed by it, fetid and stale
Zooshed, and sticky with the product of the world, this zone of my own
Ten ways of going about morning
1.
sometimes it's fog
with the gone lamentations
2.
gunfire cracking glass - five shots
what worries these
3.
sometimes bruises from the mugging
through zones once paths and hills
4.
constant sun
if the things I know pass me
5.
more trolleys
how was it ever
6.
phone call
always some trouble
7.
teams of cockatoos
death and harvest, dust and iron
8.
zombie dreams
small glimmering gaps between messages
9.
green
et in arcadia ego
10.
singing up my sheep
a shimmer at the top of the room
to …
time to look at the dark side
time to look within
time to look at the corpse
time to bury the corpse
time to walk
time to walk on, to walk away, to walk along
time to acknowledge the corpse
time to look
time to walk
time
an afternoon in the garden
the birds: new holland honey eater, red wattle bird, spotted turtle dove, ibis, magpie, wagtail, noisy mynah, a raptor high up
also in the sky: high jet trails, a red kite with two blue tails
white blossoms fall on us or blow down
jacaranda stalks
the sound of a kids' party, plane roar, traffic, someone talking to dogs, some doof doof music in the street below
newspaper scattered around, last minute polling, who should bat at number three, obituaries, nobel prizes
cheeses, bread, corn chips, olives, flat bread, water, wine
my bad stomach, A's bad foot, the world
can we bear to watch election coverage or czech movie preview?
still undecided
I'm tipping coalition by twelve seats
recalling someone said last night 'remember 1993'
the birds continue chorus and call and afternoon lies down in shade