Blue – 20/7/17

Be all the blue you don’t want to see in the sky

That bitter note of sunshine rules the skies

Blow up the water tank the roos don’t mind the bangs

Leave the pieces laying on the dust

Silky dust wanting water and somehow I don’t care

Under the verandah the clouds are gathering

Could this be the end of all we’re hearing now

Or is this the only thing keeping us sane.

All I see of me is my shadow on the wall,

Walking down the hall thudding on worn carpet again.

-zu

Everything I write comes back to the word drought. It’s not the worst word once you get to know it. 

Leave it here – 15/7/17

Now’s the time to leave this here
On the floor, on that bench,
Leave it there.

 

Is it a time capsule, is it a prayer,
Is it an old coat, is it your last dont care.

 

Nows the time to leave it laying
On a bench, on a chair,
Heavy and sodden.

 

Cast off don’t weight, don’t
Look back,
You’ll regret it for a while,
But this lightness is madness

 

This lightness is madness.

A few nonsensical poems from a hilarious day – 14/7/17

Do you suppose in autumn, all the trees are saying,
I cannot be-leaf it, this year I was praying,
For my leaves not to leaf me,
Yet here I am, a bear tree.
* * * *
Damn the roses saith the man
As he liftth the watering can.
* * * *
If I had a verandah,
I would put my Aunt Miranda,
on it.
And she would knit
and sit
and knit some more.
-zu

Stopover – 14/7/17

The sound, the rolling tide of traffic fills
Shifting, humming, breathing stills,
Slashed gold on crumpled brick,
The asphalt’s faded, decades quick.
No rain, just greetings falling on the road,
Signs rust bright, the awning’s bowed.
This time capsule bubble, pocket nook,
Forever and ever with same blank look.
-zu
An afternoon in a small town. 

Shall we meet the night? – 13/7/17

Outside our yellow boxes
Night lurks
Grinning with yellow teeth
-zu
He’s probably friendly, shall we go out and see?
I feel like my years of nights spent protected by electric lights has robbed me of being able to enjoy the velvety darkness at night. Are you a day time person or a night time person? 

Gone – 12/7/17

Pickling the foggy air, the sunshine cures the swirling fish fogged tails.
See there’s a drab brown bird flying away,
Dragging the day with a rope.
 – zu
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