April 8

I walked across the bridge over Burgundy St

Looked right to the sky

Full Moon hung over the hazy Dandenongs

Down the valley into Heidelburg

I drove home

Into a blazing golden sun

I would have been dazzled

If my eyes weren't wearing grief already

6A

Its a dry echoey ward

We have the best seat

And morphine crystalizes the view

Parts of me in strange places

My heart is with bed 13

Is it a lucky number?

in America, 12 to 14

Somewhere ahead the road for us stops

and we don't walk together any more

Hold my hand tightly now

I want to feel your heart beating

into my palm

08/04/09

364

I can feel it now

again

the paper cutout of your pain

lays down over my body

like a sheet settling over a well made bed

stabs of incomprehension, aches of recognition

your hands made my cup of herbal tea

tonight

your crown prickles at the dark corners

your eyes look at me from the mirror

green, blue, yellow, cloudy

sad

red

I can see your white temples

while I was playing Bach at your viewing

thank god I was only me

my heart reached over my breast bone

and my lips

kissed your cold forehead

warm fingers massaged your praise

I know you miss me

but you know where I am

Sinny

Gritty white cliffs left

a slimy grit mark in my bum cleft

I couldn't wash it off until the next morning

Then I had a clothes crisis

no shorts??

wore dirty weekend ones

kids didn't smell them over the zoo and

weird onion B O of the gorilla bachelor pad

Smell of Coogee and dreams of an

art deco apartment

walking distance from the (now) naked womens' pool

talking to Arbabic Lebanese migrant

teach for austraya

misses his country but

hates sydney and his bogan uncle(s...s...s)

back yard too big

wife too demanding he has

lost his language

and there is too much grass

want to get out of this town

Hard Rubbish

Young man, younger than my heart right now

didn't see me

but I saw him

ice wobbly, nicotine eyes

rifling through the pile

from the big white house

I strode down -

carrying moor loot

Words incomprehensible, then

'yagottanythinelse?'

'nah'

take the bags from the trolly

mum wouldn't mind