Standing still
The breeze comes down from hills behind you
Chills you and stiffens you
Dead still, cold reality
Reflecting back a thousand hours
Each one a step down that hill
Yet standing still
Commanding the breeze to cease
Turning to face it
A thousand hours of blended memory
The bush around these hills murmurs
The breeze lapses
It's a cold reality as breeze resurges
It brushes against goosebumped skin
whispers with semblance of inquiring ghost
Why are you smiling?
In The sushi lounge
The police arrived
Happy and hungry
They left slowly
Lethargic and waddling
Back out of the entrance
into the carpark
stuffed and exhausted
Leaving the room messy
tables upset and fish on the floor
Sofas upturned and the heaters turned on
The remains began to rot
The face of an old philosopher comedian appeared
Somewhere near the ceiling
A gray beard and spectacles that made his eyes beady
The overwhelming expression of i told you so
Almost a sparkle then the face disappears
Like a morning mist eaten away by the warm of the day
People gone even the insects scattered toward refuge
The mess remained haunted and uncleanable
One ton fat gray
Motion of the fat
Muscle rippling parallel
Chomping and grunting
Shifting then bucking with prejudice
It lies back down away from the trough
Rests a minute then shifts again
Lifts its huge body off the bottom of the coral
It bucked and nudged the other cattle
Pushing them this way and that
Apex of the bunch prodding with horns
supple yet lazy big ans stubborn
Chewing and chewing
On the remains of the morning's greenwaste
The other clowning cows came around
Trying to time their chew motion with the big gray one
My eyes became the sun
The meat was raw and glistened in these eyes i keep.
This meat tasted like grass manure puke.
It's fat had tipped toward rancid
The bloody center offputting
The waiter was drunk and swaying in his boots
The old lady of the house was cackling and mumbling
Spouting words spontaneously
I paid the two hundred and split
It wasn't file mignon it was just gristle
So left but I hadn't eaten
Behind the cars of the parking lot
sat a cook and a waitress sharing a joint
The smoke smelt like grass manure puke
Sun shines in through this clay and wattle day
This pull of a breeze
This calm morning in the glen
In the shade
Dead branches and logs lined the track
pine needles and rotting leaves dark and rich
under the cool canopy
working out your purpose
River can be heard tearing it's sides
meters below the track
Broken fence shows me runes
Twisted dying lemon tree
spider webs and thorns
destiny
Envious people want to put out my flame.
Its just lucky they are fire.
And i'm all oxygenthe air game
Bursting out and incinerating
It's natural for me to play with fire
To turn up the gas a combustion
Life one big furnace for these liers
unexpected burns
Ohh they want me out
Want me gone now
But im getting started
they want me harmed
A hug cures fear
Longing is natural
The instinct to care
Courage to reach out
Learning to connect
Slow and appealing
touch is precious
navigate your feelings
Invite abundance
A kiss might renew
the internal fire
burns you through
As the one you believe is magnificient
Is not interested in you
