Where to go
when there is nowhere.
where to run
when you are hamstrung.
how to hide
from the demons
that follow
how to fill
a heart grown hollow.
how to find
the self you left behind

THE SONG OF THE TRANSPORTEE or

AUSSIE IMMIGRATION RULES

This ship sets sail for the end of the world,
And I am chained on board, restrained.
Else I would leap right over her side,
To reach you, my true love.

These Northern lights I’ll see no more,
Tears make them hazy, I’m half – crazy,
I leave you now, to live the rest of my life,
Without you, my true love.

THE HERON FLIES – HOMEWARD ‘CROSS THE EVENING SKIES.
BUT YOU AND I – NEVER MORE WITH YOU I’LL LIE.

With his books,
with his shoes
and clothes
he packed
his awful yet cool jokes,
his raging-teen voice,
his imperfect actions,
his satisfactions,
and reactions
on serious and silly issues,

but he would never pack
the essence;
his sense of love
that shall linger
like his fragrance
to fill my void.

The parking lot was gone
when we arrived;
new winter's wind
had blown in
from icy inland sea
and spread gold sand
thick across the asphalt
covering humanity's best efforts
to chain the reach of nature
with new beach
that soon would pile
to high sand dunes
if not for spring
and scraping
plows' arrival
uncovering
the transience of man beneath

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**In our dull and waking world
too often we forget the past
when lightning by the gods was hurled
when myths were made which today last.............

Alarm clock jars me from deep sleep
this second part devoid of dreams
of gates or walls in forest, deep
nor fading light and hinges' screams.
I waken to the start of day.

A stem slap silences the clock
as wife bestirs within our bed.
Dawn's greeted by a crowing cock
bidding farewell to stars now fled
leaving dawn's sky bare and gray.

Unpardonablaise
Your thoughts of unborn a spokesman /woman …on their behalf… is worthy of adoration...adulation… but imagine the explosion in population …but you are right… they ought to have used condom …ere the conception ….after having let the sperm seed and a child conceive…. to abort is short of treason …and murder we all try without any reason ….to punish the grown up…. but what about those ,who don't think like you ….and shelve the future of someone … who could have earned ,one day … someday..

revised version

Unpardonablaise (reviewd....)

What we want to be
a follower
one to be followed
or
to enact the worlds' horror
and
sorrow

one to conceal
or else reveal
the summer’s cool breeze,
as it slaps across one's cheek

don’t be weak,
the world is vast
7.5 billion strong
what are you and I
but bubbles going along
ere we burst this moment
or
when God has his vibrator sent
and
tells, now is the hour
have your ethereal shower…

jewel gem
cutter
draw tight
this slipshade
element
easement
rules runs like a tear
crawling
like a tear
of breaking
dark

the delicate
beams
unravelments
embattlements
sizzling
and through
the worlds
spills
freedom
rising up
tumbling
wayside
down

hauling
visions
and brilliant
sharp edge
poignant
rushes

a gasp
stolen
and a shove
into the
delve
of a harrowing
storm

A decade and a year
started with
a random pet store visit
where a small black puppy
sitting quietly
looked askance
as her siblings yapped
and threw themselves at wire cage

She never ever ran away
just wandered off sometimes,
always coming back when called
back to the house
and outside
she could usually be found
lying quiet in the shade,
dreaming after panting rounds
of chasing frisbees
or panicked squirrels.

drain ovid drinks
the hungry flurry
flung thicket wrung
in humid spears
lightning spun

moaning in depths
drowned demarcated
the flare of light
stalled out beneath
damp wet kisses

black velvet ossuary
blotting out the
eyes of stars
the grave of souls
shinning

into the void
like ribbons
of redeeming
whispers

every toss
a worry
every turn
a loss

upon oceans
the dark glide
of wind
seeks