Interlude #9
by tra la Friday, May 11 2007, 10:51am
international /
prose/poetry /
literature
ROADS
Dust spurts in clouds between universal tyres, it’s as hot as the sun.
The middle track is alone so I stop when I see her,
“north?”
“Darwin.”
She props her feet on the dash, apart, and relaxes her knees; grass stem moves on her lips, tongue twicking its end. She loves horses, colts, she says, watching a dingo twist back into the scrub.
“Got to piss”, she says,
“I’m busting”, I say and lead into the bush.
her footsteps light close behind the sound of piss pelting dust. She walks past, turns around at my eyes and the last drops and s-q-u-a-t-s, sarong around her waist.
desert flowers, piss gushing, splashing, ankles, bubbles frothing – smiling, she looks at me like the sky.
grass stem moves on her lips, tongue twicking its end ..
SUNDAY MORNING
i watch you
in the kitchen
at the sink
your bed-blown hair
framed by the window
your outline against the sky
the flower you gave me
on the sill
is withered
dying
STREETS
network alleys
cats foraging waste
young eyes
see
a Wild flower
Pushing.
YOU
Who are You?
dishevelled hair
sweaty tits
striptease
triptych
anti-worlds
sleazy street
Sydney girl
Who are you?
MEL
do not say she’s dead
lying on the floor
do not say she’s sleeping
a syringe hanging from her arm
just say
it’s a
culmination
her departure assassinating tragedy.
[goodbye my love,
adieu.]
UNTITLED
Ever changing faces
nature
Let the poet Be
One with fluctuations
rhythm
nature’s dances
time’s elusive seconds
crystal circulation
swirling life’s pulsation
fertility
As the poet Be
eXtremes
changeability
As the poet Be
Expand
beyond contraction
malleability
prime
primal
ALL
As the poet Be
Engulfed
womb
valleys
warm
soft
permeation
Retro-sensation
annexation
The impulse of Creation
As the poet BE
