"I like you"
lush lips reflecting red candle
relaxed, smiled, scanned her in slight squint
as japanese, bookish look, shy, surprised by
her spectral approach, a lilac eddy of displaced air
barely there shining in bar darkness
thin fingers touching my hand
felt in four places, a nod says
come with me, knees touch pleased
disconcerting smile lioness press on palm
let this play her way back pressed kiss in the doorway
pulling button pops rapid breaths rapid stomach taut
control rivers mouths press quivers

Once, I spied a rainbow
from a field that had no name,
my smile was ever widened
and, I never felt the same.

My perception seemed to change
like a kid with a new, found toy;
although, I could not touch her hues
I still was filled with, joy!

I took her different colors
and fashioned some balloons,
then, carried them through life with me
until I heard the rainbow's tunes.

I’ll not wed a pot bellied man
so do something to your stomach
A rounded bulbous bow bursting
Looking like an expectant mom

Couldn’t see my feet, peeking down
Nor that which makes me a real man
I take a glimpse at the mirror
A round earthen pot hanging down

Wondered what I have turned into
From that which I dreaded the most
The pictures of my forebears tell
Pot-bellied Chiefs sat on the throne

My mind,
So cluttered by sex hormones,
My mind
Steeped in furtively texting married men,
My mind
Seeing lovers with fingers at the ready,
My mind
unbuckling their constant longings,
My mind
With thoughts of ex husbands in public toilets,
Gay clubs, and parks
My mind
with nightmares of unreal fidelity
My mind
didn't say hello to God

the moon fills with light
silver ribbons beam on down
Earth lowers her eyes

light flickers
and taps trickle

far ago
the summer hush
descends to the dark dank lush
of falls crush

peppermint kiss
from cellophane tryst
a cold red dusk
coating light
through mist

haunted and colored
with whats been
done

in the shadows
and statues
of whats
begun

Come and taste the charms of aging   
when solemnness cloaks the air
penning finely wrinkles
along with whitened hair

Come, inhale the purging wisdom
that wraps the golden age
painting rare endeavors
to write on a pallid page.

Come erase the widened sorrow
the years insist to draw
into eyes with laughs
lest tears indwell and grow

Come on, let us ride with courage
Don't shy away a grace
parents went before     
with steps and constant pace.    
 

A destructive cuckoo in the nest
trouble causing what he do best
he'll put your patience to the test
with one eye open he like to rest

Loves being an annoying pest
mischief chasing with zest
I'd like to cough him of my chest
My temper he play with and molest

I held him longer on my breast
my favourite, my maternal lust
my confession hidden in his dust
Love so explosive, I could burst

There was a time I could walk into any pub in Sydney
And meet someone
Be it the pool table,
A discussion about the bosses
Or whatever

It doesn’t happen any more.
People go to pubs in groups
And don’t accept intruders.

Something has been lost
Which I can’t quite define.

Perhaps it is me,
Looking old
And assumed uninteresting.

Mirrored mountains gleam
Ripples erase reflections
Water moves away