Letting things pile up

Letting things pile up
until procrastination
dwarfed by panic

Wattle Bird chirrups

Wattle Bird chirrups
insects dancing in silence
friction haunts the breeze

Riding in low light

Riding in low light
breathless sprinting grinding arc
sustained high pursuit

Musty aroma

Musty aroma
aroused nipples hardening
firm flesh taut leather

The scar on her chest

The scar on her chest
next to the watch nurses wear
speaks experience

Fluid memories

Fluid memories
taking the shape of spaces
ghosts flow into gaps

I'm not yet ready

I'm not yet ready
to write the list of the things
I should be thinking

My personal worth

My personal worth
feedback loop generated
recalibrated

I am grateful too

I am grateful too
my spilled blood freed me from pain
dagger of your glance

The mortar of night

The mortar of night
dazzling in that velvet depth
the gap holding space

Run of steady creaks

Run of steady creaks
window shows growing glowing
the fireplace draws breath

Faint halo of hair

Faint halo of hair
shadows hint at her bosom
pale glow of bare skin

Brain cell one says “G’day!”

Brain cell one says “G’day!”
Brain cell two tries to say “Hey!”
Result sounds like “Gay!”

Art is alchemy

Art is alchemy
revealing what else it is
imbuing with thought

Low impulse control

Low impulse control
sensual hungry thirsty
happy to be here

Beautiful as you

“Beautiful as you,”
I said then looked from sunrise
to your sunlit face

As the sun rises

As the sun rises
it was like a laser fight
across the paddock

Minus one at nine

Minus one at nine
Great for our ice skating trip
Bathurst you are cold

Remains left in leaves

Remains left in leaves
skull architecture exposed
green mould taking flight

Pic by Rebecca Tapscott

That simple staple

That simple staple
combining fat, carbs and salt
egg and bacon roll