In a blink, my eye

In a blink, my eye
sees a flattened snake
then a piece of rope

Sometimes I feel trapped

Sometimes I feel trapped
in a web that is my own
design and making

Old bloke at the shops

Old bloke at the shops
offers to sleep with my love
doesn't threaten me

The streetlights seem dim

The streetlights seem dim
without the summer hot breeze
and cicadas song

That point in the year

That point in the year
when everyone looks back
before stepping out

Don't beat yourself up

Don't beat yourself up
Reliving the emotion
Lesson learned. Move on

That 'what if?' moment

That 'what if?' moment
When avoiding disaster
Then thanking something

A circuit is made

A circuit is made
When my fingers touch the strings
Music flows through me

To write a haiku

To write a haiku
It seems I must drive to work
Riding will not do

The sound of the wind

The sound of the wind
as it blows through cypress trees
Hisses like old tapes

A truck passes fast

A truck passes fast
and in its wake a flurry
of seed pulled from grass

Scenes from my drive to work

Bugs rising like plumes
That disappear when up close
In the morning light

Purple flowers bloom
Protected by poison needles
Gorgeous Bathurst Burr

Mum sits in the ute
At the roadside with her kids
Waiting for school bus

Two boys holding hands
Supporting each other while
Rolling on skateboards

Mother grass parrot

Mother grass parrot
watches rainbow lorikeets
push eggs from her nest

When rainbows appear

When rainbows appear
in unexpected places
it's thanks to prisms

Pink and grey on grey

Pink and grey on grey
as gallahs fly in a storm
to roost in the rain

In the dark I reached

In the dark I reached
to drink from my alarm clock
but it wasn’t time

The bruise on my thigh

The bruise on my thigh
is purple, red, yellow, green
and shaped like a fish

Grey butcher bird sings

Grey butcher bird sings
repeating three rising notes
"I'll slaughter your young"

Charles Sturt 2010 Reserve Sparkling

Like a dry cider
but a froth like gelato
and sweet like syrup

Soaked in golden bloom

Soaked in golden bloom
the wattle tree collapses
weighed down with new life

Often I will say

Often I will say
music is way too much fun
not to have a go

The way falling snow

The way falling snow
Reveals the gusts of breezes
Makes the unseen seen

Finches scattering

Finches scattering
Easily mistaken for
Leaves blown from the road

Erratic squiggles

Erratic squiggles
across rectangles of green
and brown wide land

Two homeless men fight

Two homeless men fight
over a cigarette pack
as a crowd gathers

Riverina May

Riverina May
Smoke and dust have filled the sky
The moon is frowning

Like some stained painting

Like some stained painting
Sky blue with grey, white and brown
Smokey horizon

Bitburger Premium Beer

Like apple strudel
as it dissolves on my tongue
and cleans my palate

Balmain Pale Ale

Like tinned pears on toast
with a dash of cream and then
pureed for smoothness

Your cunt is like words

Your cunt is like words
on the tip of my tongue but
unable to mouth

Mournful Butcherbird

Mournful Butcherbird
sings the death of the seasons
summer and winter

So much discomfort

So much discomfort
is like prickles in one's socks
Small on inspection

Cicadas singing

Cicadas singing
as the mercury rises
soundtrack to summer

Morris 1999 Durif

Baring tannin teeth,
while hiding softening fruit.
Needs a few more years.