imprints I had kept
The morning sky burnt
fire engine red.
I used to dream as a young
man. Scenes found lost
& fading . Imprints I
had left upon dust covered
furniture. Tales once
too precious to whisper.
A phone number, scratched
out upon the sleeve
of the universe, steps out
further than ever before.
The embrace which cant
be denied reaches fever
pitch under these foreboding
skies . Trapped
sparrows. Wondering
gypsies, waiting at the
alter with incense & powdered
love. Shape of heaven
on there minds. A lustful
smile upon there hearts &
attempts to move the burning
skyline gather ground.
Eyes at morning tea appear
at half mast. Long lasting
looks diving into mirrors
of last night. Fade a fear
that we might not touch.
Humidity reflects sensual
rendezvous at dawn. For
lovers gathered at the
horizons edge, under the
Southern Cross, beneath
the Milky Way. The morning
sky burnt fire engine red.
I used to dream as a young
man. Scenes found lost
& fading . Imprints I
had kept of mornings
ablaze & burning...
you appear there time & time again
Before we got to individualize
I thought
your split personality
would show up as two
of everything. That ledge
where you confront pain.
I've seen you appear there
time & time again. I don't
know what to say. You know
I don't. Days pass like ash
falling from a cigarette.
You've translated
some mutterings of mine.
None compare to your epics
of lose, lust & longing. Seeing
shadows form in questions
left as spare change & so
much jet trash. I watched
your tongue spade my
images of tender escape.
Darker sides descended
to hold you to your
reckless word. Hesitation
at the glimpse of hindsight
revealed a willingness
but I never understood.
An essence
from you that feeds
dark angels of ' yes & no '
that struggle for air
unedited, from the coast
of Far North Queensland
& pawn my adolescence
for a couple weeks in
1973. Stepping in
& out of ladders leading
me into the next scene.
According to how I must
fit into plans .
The good cop, bad cop
syndrome. Your scent
becomes atmosphere in kiss
& grab. Like squatting
upon that ledge
where you embrace my pain.
I've seen you appear there
time & time again. I don't
know what to say. You know
I don't. Days pass like ash
falling from a cigarette.
cosmic travel
I look at me
bent across reflection
within your eyes.
What moves out
in hopes & wishes
slowly slips away
inside . Fate erupts
my panic ends the
t r a n s f i g u r a t i o n
Madonna Lilies arrive
dreamers stand
around me. Tears
look at me. Laying
down.
in the UNDERGROUND - way out in Western Australia,
at a place covered in Madonal lilys called
Maragerett River
