Fingertips felt charged

Fingertips felt charged
relishing intimacy
her touch revealed much

Watching teachers fight

Watching teachers fight
evaluating their strengths
admiring technique

Days are lengthening

Days are lengthening
somehow hours are shortening
as time slips away

Wiradjuri scars

Wiradjuri scars
like sign posts by the roadside
we walk together

Jarring dissonance

Jarring dissonance
between the idea and thing
it's disconcerting

Holding onto you

Holding onto you
after our silence has stirred
wishing for more calm

Like Snapchat filters

Like Snapchat filters
but make you look a wanker.
Should be called Fapchat

There is no limit

"There is no limit,"
writes wise Michael Robbins, "to
what a poem can't do."

Firefox updated

Firefox updated
dark design and pop-up ads
because no NoScript

Some plants forecast rain

Some plants forecast rain
as pods pop in the hot breeze
spilling wattle seeds

Leaning with the stream

Leaning with the stream
rooted to this sandy point
as droughts and floods pass

River Red Gum tree
perhaps 1000 years old
sentinel of change

Hairy Panic rolls

Hairy Panic rolls
carried by the morning breeze
into a dry day

Grey Box trees give way

Grey Box trees give way
as the highway turns inland
wattles crowd the view

Alarm clock inside

Alarm clock inside
sleep broken with breaking wind
before dawn stirs birds

My woken heartache

My woken heartache
to see through another's eyes
reflect their strength back

As the lights go out

As the lights go out
the silence between breaths grows
frog croaks seem louder

Awakened to beeping

Awakened to beeping
after windows left open
forklifts can fuck off

Bricks warm to the touch

Bricks warm to the touch
insects and birds share puddles
summer's here early

Materialise

Materialise
handwritten words on a page
watching thoughts appear

Bounded by this flesh

Bounded by this flesh
our beings extend further
to reach into hearts

Wrote to my member

Wrote to my member
it wasn't the first time but
this time they wrote back

Eyes wander up legs

Eyes wander up legs
wondering eyes undressing
imagination roused

Awake to bird song

Awake to bird song
Is it their chorus at dawn
or restless full moon?

Over three storeys

Over three storeys
a caged pile of oranges
defying Short Street

"We're wounded," she says

"We're wounded," she says
"Both hurt in similar ways.
Nursing each other."

Honeyeater pecks

Honeyeater pecks
while precariously perched
grevillea blooms

Drizzling before dawn

Drizzling before dawn
washing left hanging on line
puddles by daylight

Some security

Some security
creates insecurity
takes one to know one

Tae Kwon Do again

Tae Kwon Do again
after thirty years or more
I still step to punch

Locked out from Google

Locked out from Google
haiku was my first concern
email second place