July 12 2016

       

       

                      1

       

        Opinion snaps white

       

        noise stuns newsless corridors

       

        ears ache for peace

       

       

                       2

       

        Does silence lilt

       

        when floor boards

       

        creak, possums thump? -

       

        the drizzle is ceaseless

       

       

                    3

       

        boys

       

        paint the day

       

        brown

       

        the teal blue

       

        spiral

       

        teases

       

        pink

       

        sky

       

                    4

       

       

        i) too much news

       

        lassoes with stinging

       

        vituperation

       

        contemplative thought

       

       

       

        ii) reeling senseless

       

        the march begins

       

        bone on creaking knee bone

       

        sternly arthritic

       

       

       

        iii) dry eyed agony

       

        demands business

        

        shut its mouth

       

        think, think

       

       

       

        iv) breath quickens

       

        misting cyphers

       

        the bottom line

       

        greenly striped

       

       

       

        July 13

       

       

        i) wind gushes

       

        tears and rolls across rooves

       

        that hoist antennae

       

        solar panels, dishes

       

         old chimney pots

       

       

       

        ii) subzero remperatures

       

        don't chill my nose, my wool wrapped toes -

       

        the body    calm     sleeps

       

       

       

        iii) nested warmly in an old white towel,

       

        the bower bird straightens its neck,

        

        finds its breath,

       

       

       

        willing to

       

        spread wings     eyes alert

       

        sweep into the blue, hop among fallen leaves

       

       

       

        never knows despair

       

        not forsaken, not lost on an island

       

        with nothing

       

        July 18

       

       

        whispers

       

        sink conspiracy

       

        confident with

       

        confidence

       

        layered

       

        thin over nerves

       

        skin easily

       

        stung       strung

       

        gore and spittle

       

        fired

       

        behind eyes

       

        unfocussed