‘up floated the printed words …’

 

 

 

                      up floated the printed words
                                     lengthening shadows on the page

                      light rain fell

                      small mauve sparks
                      splashed from
                      the crack in
                      the bedroom window

                      charging my smiling brother
                      in yellow and blue
                      pyjamas laughing
                      in the morning sun
                      between thoughts

 

 

 

a room in the House on Eglinton Hill
part of the future coalescence of – let us mauve a whirl          elongated

 

 

‘approaching the corner …’

 

 

 

                      approaching the corner
                      in the driving rain

                                   I turn –
                      her calm face
                      under the awning

 

 

 

city twilight

 

 

 

                                               city twilight

                     by the slow traffic
                     he played his guitar in
                                descending
                     sevenths and diminisheds
                     down in jazz-skuffle beat
                     up in the breeze

 

 

 

part of >>> breeze

‘on the grey streets …’

 

 

 

                                        on the grey streets
                           the Indian woman’s dazzling
                               pink clothes

 

 

 

pink wormhole: quiet

 

‘sneezing …’

 

 

 

                                                           sneezing
                                                                           slap

                           down

                                           in the sunny streets
                                           the flashes
                                           of the different coloured
                           cars                “uh…”
                                                           someone said
                                           and the tinkle
                                           of an electric piano
                                           from the junkshop
                                           across
                                           the r
                                                                           oad

 

 

 

Herbert Road wormhole: Christmas

 

morning

 

 

 

                                                              morning

                                              the sun
                     on the walls and plants, my grandmother
                     in the garden, thinking
                     quietly, the coloured laundry
                     on the kitchen clothes-horse

 

 

 

… part of: nan
Nan wormhole: ‘my grandmother’s …’

 

Brighton 30th June 2011

 

 

 

                                Save This
                                Green Space

            said a placard
            on the Level the day
            of the Public Service Strike

            as the city gathered
            an ambulance siren
            worked through the traffic while

            schoolboys practised their jumps
            on the park ramps

 

                                                                !!!

 

                            first you took my practice
                            and I didn’t say anything
                            because you called me a probationer

                            then you took my pay and conditions
                            but I didn’t say anything
                            because you managed my performance

                            then you took my performance
                            and I didn’t say anything
                            because ‘we’re all in the same boat’

                            then you took my pension
                            but I had nothing left with which to speak
                            so I withdrew my labour

 

                                                                          !!!

 

                                                marching solidarity not
                                                about me not my words
                                                not my take not my vision
                                                just state-al placards
                                                horns chants shuffles past
                                                traffic lights red green red
                                                no dialogue no agenda-
                                                shifting no big picture
                                                no sound-bite no ‘let’s
                                                be clear’ no ‘all in this together’
                                                just no

 

                                                5000-strong

 

                                                Brighton 30th June 2011

 

 

 

Christmas

 

 

 

                                                     Christmas

                                          short eyes: orange
                                          street lamps
                                          iron puddles

                                          soon eyes:
                                          winking
                                          car lights 5:30

                                          smart eyes:
                                          papers
                                          brush the ankles

                                          crown eyes:
                                          golden paper and
                                          green eyes

                                          arching eyes:
                                          reindeer’s eyes
                                          Batman’s eyes

                                          coat of snow
                                          crate of sharp eyes
                                          cradle

 

 

 

part of >>> Batman
gold wormhole: mauve night
Herbert Road wormhole: quiet machines

 

‘the moonlight …’

 

 

 

                                the moonlight
                      on the side of the building
                      through the frosted glass window
                                exploded

 

 

 

‘she smiled …’

 

 

 

                     she smiled
                     like a child when the sheet from the clothesline
                                          glided down on him

                     through the net curtains the sun
                                          was shining like a star

 

 

 

a room in the House on Eglinton Hill