draw
an outline
and form it

my strong smooth hands
along the thighs
the hips
the stomach the ribs

up to cup the perfection
the delicate blades of
shoulder
the strong limber neck
and throat arched just
right

and tresses
that catch the light
and smell of summer
days and fresh winter
mornings

put a glitter in the eye
and a pull of a smile
at the corners of
a dimpled mouth

all I need is the heart
but this is the key
that breaks all others

THE EGG

Aborted. 
Born and packed in sixes
sold as food, hard boiled,
cracked into a pan, beaten,
eaten, secreted, forgotten.

Spawned, collected, stored,
spread on toast, devoured;
shaken onto bees,
wafted by the breeze,
carried by the seas,
transported to foreign shores.

Guarded, warmed, rolled,
stolen, jogged on a silver spoon,
painted with beautiful patterns,
preserved in palaces for kings,
admired, desired, works of art.
The egg. 

26th January 2013.

loveliest dawn twas

I arose today at dawn
Like the day I was born.. ..
how do you that say?

well I knew you’d ask me so
my pop upstairs came in my dreams
and showed me as a beautiful exquisite babe
in my moms’ arms
Oh! what charms..

No not on my face but my moms
she was really beautiful, a Queen like bee
but not many moms are like as was she…

a child adorn by all around
love and kisses only I found,
immersed in honey of love
of all siblings
I was like a darling …

I can think of but one thing
that can help me through my day,

and that's the fact we are so close
my greatest blessing to come my way.

I often wonder what I did
to deserve such a true, close friend;

some might conclude I'm just a lucky guy
by how much quality time we spend.

A good relationship takes serious effort
from both of the parties involved,

we've spent a lot of time learning together
that any problem can be solved !

(A Commemorative Retrospective)
`

Sup with me
this bread of affliction
on which our fellowship
was made whole, amid mould.

Drink with me
this cup of sacrifice,
our atonement now
from derision complete.

Which generation
withered in searing,
wanton parchedness;
whose generation
bleeds and sweats
for dreams gone dry.

Why Australia, God --
its dusty ochred plains
You must kindly love;
forever in Your heaving
bosom gently lay,
Eternal Promise unfold.

The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read,
never even heard of,

as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.

Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses goodbye
and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,

Do I prefer being hot or cold
The former i guess, if I were old
Fans whirring
ice slurping
stone as cold as can be

Cold floors to lie on
Swimming pools to dive in
The cold cold sea

Cotton dresses,
Sun glasses
Sweat trickling free

Water fights
Sound nice
When you're as hot as can be

Forty f.cking five degrees.
Or minus 2 and freeze freeze freeze

I Am

I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost

than to be loved
despite ones anonymity
city
and being black or beauty
across the seven seas
Canada to Florida
Aussie maybe
or from Amazon ...
let not my being disturb anyone
for I am brought by the Divine
if there be one
to spread peace and comfort
for all down trodden...
so let it be my mission
yes under you all an admission
go not by my gender
colour or breed
just read this bard
and
of all anxiety be freed.

Lay me down in burning coals
I really need to sleep

America's war on a noun
justice is never guaranteed
ask the prisoners
at Guantanamo

Two weeks of the noun's budget
would feed every starving child
on Earth
and house the homeless here

then She'd be a leader

lay me down in burning coals
maybe then I'll sleep