Long Radiators Poems

All this long week
of early spring head colds
our National Public Radio informants
and performers,
speakers and listeners,
have been about the business of raising capital investments
preferably in their corporate direction,
to support further public broadcasting
for the benefit of our...

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Candy floss, seaside rock, smoothies, and flags sporting
Union Jacks
Replace the old traditions of striped deckchairs 
And Kiss-Me-Quick hats.
Chipwicks for our salt and vinegar fries
And their pole-and-line freshly caught local Cod;
The Vintners Parrot: For thick sizzling...

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See them gather around you, observing everything that you do, see them on top of the tree, listening to your heart beat and measuring your speech. 

See them sitting underneath the tree talking about your...

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It’s great to be a member of the global elite,
   The bean poles in my garden are standing proud and neat.
Organic veg is thriving thanks to ample bags of peat.
   I...

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then:
I swallowed escape
in pastel capsules,
my pockets jingled with regret.
The nights pulsed—
bass, sweat, strangers.
Every weekend was a blackout baptism.
Every Monday, a resurrection I didn’t ask for.

now:
I wake before the alarm.
Feed cats who love me
with a certainty...

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Cogwheel Ballet
            by Odin Roark

Hot
Humid
New York summer
Industrial commerce 24/7

Textile scents of humid wool
Acerbic edge of chemical dyes
Permeating wood and air
Thick oily lubricants
Layered enslavement
Nowhere to...

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Patter on the window,
From a dark and dreary Cloud,
The lightning really bright,
And then the thunder banging loud.
The memory of childhood,
As the rain prevented play,
My mother’s words still ringing loud,
“No playing out today”.
The raincoat made of...

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Spent all day cleaning up my car for a trip to Broken Hill.
Serviced, oiled and greased. The petrol tank is filled.
Left Adelaide for the open road; sun setting in the west.
An orange sky slowly dies;...

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Ten ping pong balls on a bed stout brewed in radiators. To exact temperatures of course. Lucifer Christopher cross dangling on beams. In towers. Known but unseen. In clear view of crystal goblets. Chant then...

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Only two sexes?

A ring on the door his replacement was there
a pleasant little man thoroughly mixed in the multi-colour brew 
The person who brought him looked like a woman who
was in the middle of a...

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I

In the solitary hours
my ears play tricks on me.
Call this a confession if you will.
I hear things that I don't want to,
People talking indescriptively,
Electronic tones and beeps.
There are no voices in my head
Except my own,
The...

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I have a woman.
I’m proud to call her my wife.
Some give theirs’ nicknames, ‘her indoors’ and ‘the trouble and strife’
Now, I have my flaws and they are many and vast.
I think like a man, slowly...

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The most important noise you will know: 
the smoke detector with a dying battery' 
out in the stair well
going off every three minutes 
with the aggression of bass
coming from passing cars 
in Washington Heights
to mid-town
and
just...

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People like the Lord are watching you 
The men who follow Jesus cared
You're constantly on an audition 
And everyone you ever knew
Will eventually be there 

It's hard to live under scrutiny
Or dissected under judging eyes...

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