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Beach

The horizon cuts straight, long, hard
silently declining less than a degree

like toys across a cartoon’s one frame stillness
a small yacht rocks like a child’s boat
a helicopter putters, a small jet silently
bellies over the sea thundering suddenly
against a graded blue sky
children flying a kite
a plummeting twisting tied bird in its death throes
falling from the warm seemingly red-speckled blue 
broken only by a smudge of grey cloud

curling white-tipped waves swirl against rocks
a lonely Zen-meditative crab in their shade

the sand, ridged, striated, pockmarked
small holes left as bubbling miniature blowholes
fine lines webbed around 
sand rippled like the sea, waved and cleansed 
a poetic transgression? – Neptune’s impost?
the soap-sud foam his in-coming joyful jouissance 
the thin receding water a pin-spot bridal veil
and a bridal train, its white scalloped lace edge
pleating, folding, hiding under the next wave
in rippling curving line-patterns

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My Symbolic House

my symbolic house
my purple castle
invaded by red clowns
a dialogue
contradicting personal icons
denying synthesis
denying art
trespassing
poaching
unbalancing decentring crucifiers
tearing the paper they make of my mind
tearing tissue
cells sinew flesh blood
a pavlov’s laboratory
for a crowd
appropriation
depersonalisation
obliteration
constructs and betrayals ad infinitum
a teleological structuralism
for others


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Night Green

night green
in my Rembrandt pencil box
is green shade
sharpened
it is a pointed pencil presence
part of a pointillism
part of the paper
part of the picture

night green
in my Rembrandt pencil box
is green shade
not a light green
not a leaf green
not a yellow green
and not too blue

night green
in my Rembrandt pencil box
is green shade
the unknown in every mark
such as the shadows cast 
upon and around 
as the unconscious past
lives within the dialogue of life
and is only sometimes noticed

but the light not so bright
without green shade

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A Further Discussion With Neptune

the lissom sea lily a testament at your death
feathered petals left in memory

but are you dead, Neptune? 
I am no longer reminded of 
the spotted watery wedding veil along the edge
it has now become a frozen blue veil
around a beach ball
hung or strung 
in the black nowhere space
who threw you, brother of Jupiter and Pluto?
is there a rebound from the toss?

is there another dolphin to find again Salacia in the deep
to see the foaming equine ride 
to find the white pin-spot veil of your jouissance
fringed again on the sands 

but what dolphin can fly so high
no flutter or stutter or flop
but a high forced flipping
wings instead this time 
Pegasus, (mindful of your exalted bloodlines)*
your duty 

*Pegasus born from Neptune (Poseidon)and the Gorgon Medusa

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Nonsense

nonsense
a reaction surreal
derivative
of reason
imbalance
chaos
before a new order
a rebellion
before compliance
a tower of babel
resolved into
one language

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A Further Discussion With Neptune

the lissom sea lily a testament at your death
feathered petals left in memory

but are you dead, Neptune?
I am no longer reminded of 
the pin-spotted watery wedding veil
along the edge
it has now become a frozen blue veil
around a beach ball
hung or strung
in the black nowhere space

can you bounce back from the throw, Neptune?

who threw you, brother of Jupiter and Pluto?
is there another dolphin to find again Salacia in the deep
to see the foaming equine ride
to find the white pin-spot veil of your jouissance
fringed again on the sands

but what dolphin can fly so high
no flutter or stutter or flop
but a high-forced flipping
(have we built one so tough?
Pegasus, your wings and strength ... aaaah
you psychopomp, you Charon,
be mindful of your distinguished exalted bloodlines)

will you come so far?

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Birth

As of a chrysalis

the beneficent breakage

exfoliation

emergence from

isolationism

into a mosaic of group dynamics

a centring of regard

a new diagnosis

a lissom beginning

departing an empty goblet

full of peppermint concern


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The Black Fuchsia

in death 

a vampire bat 

the lost luscious purples and pinks

drowning deep

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The Eye of the Beholder

I sat on the train
travelling to my nine-to- five office job
passengers on Melbourne trains
read or sleep
meditate….
or stare vacantly…..
avoiding other people’s eyes
avoiding conversation
avoiding confrontation

I sat on the train
travelling to my nine-to-five office job
a passenger on a Melbourne train
and glanced at the blonde opposite
homely, plump, jaded, faded
a shapeless dress covering her full figure
she sat, staring vacantly
not reading, not sleeping, 
not meditating
avoiding conversation
avoiding confrontation

through darker eyes
she was a beauty, porcelain-fleshed
her face suffused with light
luminous waxen-white
a moon shining
a lamp, candlelit, glowing
above a floral-garden-garment
……..a living Renoir
a worthy prize

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Tattered Sbaquie 2000

…undeniably tattered and shredded
my itinerary compromised by being
considered as prey and being
expected as a masochistic self-flagellator
losing revenue to the big gun’s atrocious tillage of the mind’s phosphorescence
I bagged the boy’s brigade for being bridges
and then being able to be
nearly my own cerebracy and again
appreciating my own celibacy …
in a rational loss of solicitude for
those obliquely using or anti
I built ramparts against the banality
of the ill-advised and the
ephemeral lacy streak of zig-zaggers
and water-diviners
and lost the locality so as to bequeath my
solid grade before I pop off into
the space of the grey morning light

Now don’t get overstrung