Losing a poem;
It’s a taste of dementia
The loss of a part of you
Coming apart
Lost more than paper and pen
Lost important thoughts birthed on a deeper level
Million dollar ideas only because they’re sentimental
Your only success in life
The only one that matters to you
The one that matters to you the most

When all the water has left
the dry Earth will sing to Sky
Return, please, return!
Both the stone pulling
and the void pulling
like to kiss in the middle
of war. Scorched turns to damp
in the end, providing our
diligence and duty to life.
It's shameful the water goes
now when such destruction
hangs in the near distance.
Diligence may no more undo
the damage, for the time
has gone as well.

Felonious bologna spread
sweet meaning lips to air
through air to ear.
Good kids grew up framed
Bad kids grew up changed
Zip burnt bone butts
Sweep the back patio
Procure snap lights
Glow sticks in darkness
Vibration received
One hand on the other's trail
White-blue red-pink
Write names with innate
Shapes in muscle memory

you can hear it, those claps of thunder
though you've chosen not to take cover
here we are and here you are, momentarily
tomorrow this sunburnt land whistles merrily
so stay awhile and take it all in;
appreciate our kookaburras grin

there's nothing quite
as deafening as quiet
static screams & rage
of a wall flower freshly
plucked from a corner:
petals strewn on a
windy corridor that
leads to preset ruin;
here, even perfume
is stripped of fragrance

Monday morning
distant yawning
scurrilous deceit
sweet as coffee
promising smiles
autographed with
stained teeth and
coffee breath that
lingers under sheen
of oral care products
ghosts of Sunday's
weekend ebbing

by day their light is hidden
by night they dance about
brilliant, constellated move-
ment; choreographed magic
within a holding firmament,
wider than a galaxy unfurling
small as a palm-held device