Rarely does poetry jump from the page. In fact as you’re writing it you might be saying “this is rubbish” THATS OK – as long as you’re feeling something. Lean into it, as long as you can write it, share it, give it meaning. Own it and speak it.
Delivery unknown
A delivery man
Wearing shorts and a white shirt
He’s angry and asking:
“Do you know which floor?”
I say ‘no’ and sit down on a bench peering into my phone screen.
Locking and unlocking it nervously, feeling out of place and worrying that he’ll cause a scene, that I’ll be drawn into somehow.
Angst, frustration, bitterness – it’s all on display and a bit too much.
PLAY ME LIKE A RECORD BABY
Play me like a record baby.
Be careful, turn me on.
Scratch me if to have to baby.
Spin me round and wrong.
It’s hard when you’re around, baby
And quiet when you’re gone
[…break…]
I’ll play you like a record baby
With perfect skips and grooves.
I don’t forget the steps baby
And I know, you know the moves
I’ll hold you in my hands baby
Then let the needle go
Play me like a record baby
Working to and fro
The rhythm’s in our hips, baby
So abandon sleeves and slips
Whisper what you want baby
With lyrics, love and lips.
Eyes
Look to that slice of sky, filled by mountain tops. Tracking our horizon, clouds far as eye can see. Green and white and blue they pop. Attracting you and me.
Plats du jour
Breakfast
Morning tea
Lunch
Intercourse
Dinner
Back to old tricks
No alcohol after midnight.
Climb a mountain every day.
Some Australian History
From my travels up and down the coast. I have cultivated an rich understanding of our past. Most notably:
Trains
Lighthouses
Genocide
safe typo
Dave Travels
Money
“Oh something that’s as dropped on the ground”
You know what it isn’t: valuable.
You know what it isn’t: a loved one
You know what it isn’t: the answer to our problems
“Better pick it up”
The body
Give me a hand, so I might shake it. Lend me your ears, so I might bend them. Nod for ‘yes’, and shake for ‘no’, lose it for ‘maybe’.
What is a brain, without a heart?
What is a heart without a brain?
Don’t be silly, hearts don’t think!
What a bloody pain.