The receipt dances

The receipt dances
on an air-conditioned breeze
at the shop's doorway

Tiny groping hands

Tiny groping hands
take hold of power by a
near hairless margin

(Image from here)

Inside I am wet

Inside I am wet
with warm streams and raging seas
and shifting currents

The laboured breathing

The laboured breathing
and bitter taste in my mouth
as I drink coffee

Facebook stirs sadness

Facebook stirs sadness
as I find friends have detached
their profile from mine

That love is a verb

That love is a verb
reminds me to be present
and to touch when touched

She sings to someone

She sings to someone
at the back of the room and
they're invisible

Get comfortable

Get comfortable
with the feeling of being
uncomfortable

I'm a bit bothered

I'm a bit bothered
that if you're not a sports fan
you're not a real man

Magpies seem to sulk

Magpies seem to sulk
as parrots drive them from the
peach tree filled with fruit

Mopoke owl and frogs

Mopoke owl and frogs
join a choir of cicadas
then a plane passes

I feel for women

I feel for women
who let men stick their dick in
for a roof and food

The wind in trees sounds

The wind in trees sounds
like a wave breaking on rocks
in flow without ebb

It's good to feel sad

It's good to feel sad
as sadness for sadness means
pain will heal the pain

Pale yellow wheat stems

Pale yellow wheat stems
fill the land with beige fields and
set my mind at ease

An ellipsis drips

An ellipsis drips
and like water torture says
to be continued

One more step and I

One more step and I
could have walked into a trap
set by a spider

Paddock of salt bush

Paddock of salt bush
moves like an emerald sea
swelling in the breeze