Jagged incision
Without precision,
or medical intervention

Bloody red gash
Sliced into wrist,
Oozing the vital fluid.

Losing the will to live,
losing consciousness
Fuck this world.

Good riddance

The loss of control, between body and mind
The connections are gone, been left behind
I try to mate them, meld them, inspire
But they won't match up, meet in the fire

Broken pieces won't heal, the glue doesn't stick
I'm missing the mortar, there are unattached bricks
A low moan emerges, then a much higher note
Screams erupt, from deep in my throat

lone kookaburra
laughs without hesitation
his own audience

spring

tears streaming cheekwards
don't signify winters loss
just wind and pollen

summer

sticky sleepless nights
rise to blearily embrace
stark overhead sun

mosquito frantic
squealing when caught in my beard
I slap my face hard

autumnal cherries

sweet juices spurt sourly
down my throat welcomingly
seeds spat gratefully

vee stem and two pips
on rumpled sheet abandoned
the feeling lingers

Wall

We hide in the shroud of the iridescent sun
That shields the entrance to our hidden cave
The place of our
Secret conclave

We hide in the cloud of the opalescent moon
That protects the portal of our concealed retreat
The site of our
Private meet

For security, we constructed the wall
Unbreakable, impenetrable
Built with strength so it will never fall

For protection, we erected the wall
Impassable, unconquerable
Built with strength so it will never fall

love like omission
slip the border free
and machine gun lust
in the stride
the cobbestone stilleto
sound
in the reflection of the
towers of ray ban surrender

I cant see the sun
in your eyes
just your river cold hands
sliding across my face

you walk down the curve
at dusk
beyond the view
of this span

and jets tear holes
in the sky
where they lift
off

Oh What A Lovely Face Twas.

I will take this opportunity
Of commenting on my best
Ever poem myself.

I am a connoisseur of loveliness.

When I see something
As lovely as a human being,
A flower,
An animal,
A lovely dress,
Lingerie,
A bra maybe
An inner
Almost anything,
My heart begins to quiver exotically
If not orgasmically.

I will always love you
with all your lovely ways.
And that precious little smile of yours
the jewel within your face.

We danced a lot in the early days
as you warmed my heart in so many ways.
I couldn’t help but fall in love
for you were my angel, sent from above.

There is a song of a ‘Lady in Red’
with you it was a little brown dress!
So simple in its shape and design
but in it you looked so divine.

A picture hangs on my wall
it’s a photograph taken by me
of two little girls by the riverside
fishing there with me.

One is fishing with her home made rod
that her Grandpa made
the other with her little net
for which her pocket money paid.

They didn’t catch any fish that day
not even a tiddler or two
but they still had a happy day
and their picture taken too!

They’re grown up now Children no more
though one at home still stays
the other has gone away
to live her student days.

The doctor had said she looked tired today
the tests had shown, it wouldn’t go away
her looks might go, her living could too
how would she cope, what could she do
she was late arriving for the photo shoot
in her tight blue jeans and high heel boots
the make up artist did her thing
and soon she was ready for anything.

A slow cool midday trek
speed determined by old legs
through a forest of mixed trees
tall but hardly hoary

No hint of habitation anywhere
no crumbling chimney
abandoned well
teetering walls
or sagging fences

Until topping a small rise
where I espy with aging eyes
a sight that takes me by surprise

A silo

not a sterile Harvestore
of cold blue steel and nothing more
nor of concrete blocks banded
nor poured in place cement