Long Backhoe Poems

nature's way of saying
I love what you do with your tongue
mom used to lick her hanky 
to clean my face I want to kill her
aided by my only allies
the hobo armies of doom
resulted in a...

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Walking down the street one dark night; I passed some road working equipment.  Down the road a bit, I felt I was being followed.  I glanced back and saw a backhoe that I’d...

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I came to see you at the remodeled hospital
there were bright tiles, statuary Marys, and assorted saints
"full code" was on the door.
We talked about your eventual escape and some summer plans
Now ,I am informed by...

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Some parts have regenerated
not backwards, local history
cannot be expunged with a backhoe and eraser.
There are facilities, collection plants,
distributions centers, storage units.
Where once summer sky’s grazed
there are mechanical cows
and the rusting bull horns of the defunct.
Creeks...

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let the fetters fall where they will,
when they put me down there, 
 under the 6 foot hill,
or perhaps to hang there on the hook,
trim me gall bladder,
 gone forsook,
at the university...

a course ol Halliwell,...

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Monday ... hit ‘em with a hard ballpoint slam
Shake the weekend ‘nish out of their veins
Tuesday ... hot comb straighten out the political wigs
Give the trough lap dogs some cynicism pain
Wednesday ... make their pen...

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Francis H.

Down in old Jimboomba is me old mate Francis H
And he wants to go to the Uni, just to hang around the place,
So I said just get a backhoe to dig a bloody trench,
And...

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I said goodbye today….
  saying for months
  what I’d been trying to say

Alone in the throng
  staring down at the hole
  they had laid you upon

I remember
  the laughter
 ...

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A fierce tornado passed our home that day,

with mighty winds that tore the land apart.
 
Downfallen trees dredged up huge roots that lay

bare everywhere- how this did break my heart.

The backhoe came- we told them...

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Untie the knot, patriarch,
the broken kiss was
intimidating.

The backhoe picks up the
devil, it was within you
when you were casting stone
at the fear.

The pagan was covered
with leaves
raw and pailful;

belief in a thought
was not working,
think, man think.

The system,
the...

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Between two houses on my street,
There is a plot of land 
Where many trees have towered,
Just as Nature must have planned.

But ribbons tied around the trunks
Appeared out of the blue
And now today, what showed up
Was...

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