Panacotta
Inevitable.
That bite of lush cream cold,
crouching in the harsh light of
September's
onshore wind .
Chairs strewn.
Rubbish frantically
Sorting itself out .
Am too self-loathing
to bother stopping
the accusing trickle
of it melting
all the same.
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I don't know much about science
but I know what I like.
Repelled and attracted by the
writhing mass of eels in the creek
after I drop in a morsel of cooked fish.
Moving as one in the shallow water
then unexpectedly up onto the bank
across the point of
Surely you can't be serious.
It got me . . .
Made you look, silly chook
When the
impressionable
young pigeon
slammed into
our big window
(in a wholeheartedresponse
to your whistle),
he was suspended in full flight:
An imprint of hissurprised body left on the glass
in strangely exquisite detail.
A little Shroud of Turin
mapping everything that he was
at that moment. . . .
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Don’t expect me to gaze again
brazenly into that face
as the angle of sun tilts around it.
Lines, crags, irregular
sweet tooth, garnet and grey.
Lethal beauty.
Somehow absurd that I,
who was only glancing back
should be the one cast forever
in the shape of regret.
A lonesome monument to
She who . . .
Where's Macgyver when you need him?
To stem the longing
Apply a tourniquet of reason.
Don't expect it to stay put if you do it yourself.
You'll never have the guts to
rip up that favourite shirt
and tighten it hard and fast.
A hero is needed to administer
strong antiseptic alcohol
and a hunk of rope to bite on
when the pain kicks . . .
Le tresor interdit
Rushing to surface
From the warm,dank half-life
Of his troubled dream
Unfamiliar words sound clear
Like a bell calling from meditation.
Warning or invitation?
He will only know
When he has seized the object
Of his desire.
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God bless you
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Eye catchers
Soul warmers
Heart knitters
On our trains
On our buses
On your bikes
In the sky
You bless God.