Club Dub was her favourite cafe, buried at the back of a bookshop full of smoke and rising damp.
She loved the cool jazz, the addicts, eclectics, and especially eavesdropping on faceless adulterers conspiring over tryst and alibi.
On those occasions when life becomes vaudeville, you might even find Conan The Accountant O'Brien lurking at a table in a dark corner, in secret conversation with the Invisible Man, a regular at Club Dub and renowned for his clever aphorisms.
The other day, during a monologue on post-modernism, he bravely announced that shit happens,...
S oftly singing their hatchling song, P laintive birds heralding first spring R ejoice at water returning to itself. I ce flows, N ow greens the thirst of new roots G rowing radiant a bloom of rainbows in earth
S ky sags heavy with bleached light. U nder the weight of the M addening shimmer, the whitehot M urmur of an E ndless sun’s infernal R ays
A fter the fire, the glow. U nbending green flows into fawn, T rees touch the sky with bony fingers, U nravel clouds to...
can there ever be enough of you? A collage for Jessica
Connection. Hearts touch, souls kiss. Rilke would understand perfectly
the collage of you
that what matters is not what is written on a page, what matters is what is written in the heart, on the skin, the rhythm of blood in the veins of, nerves of, love's cry for its other, which emanates from the heart without guile or burden
Jessica, a poem in a word in a name crafted by Shakespeare, with its roots growing in Genesis, still growing the dark
perfume of magnolias, the poems I write on my skin with the feather of your scent by a candle...
there’s a hill in Sydney called Tumbledown Dick, I stood naked on its head the other day, raised my arms up to the sky and prayed, lord how I prayed for faith, courage and forgiveness, even though I’d settle for a little happiness, maybe a naked nymph to suck my dick, or cash, or both and not forgetting cannabis, a new hi fi a car, good health, and underwear by calvin klein,
but in response She sent me fog and rain (the bitch) !
I was so pissed off I started spanking clouds when suddenly a cold south wind erupted in my face,...