Not what matters

Where I live
Where I work
How I speak
Free time perks

How much time
On my hands
How I went
Travelling lands

Who my friends
Like to be
What I drink
Films I see

How I look
What I wear
Whether lippie
Or some flares

Punch drunk
Over jab
Wiping tables
Keeping tabs

All I want
Is to be
In love
With you

In love by morning

On the turning away
Entering into void
Sideless convex slope
Taking you down
Into space

Ejecting lifeless forms
Breathless pressure
Tender organs
Enveloped in atmosphere
Another world

Return to firmness
Cheek against ground
Gasped as one
Breathing their first
Looking around

Chrystal clear light
Shines all about
Reflections eyes
Smiling down
Speaking softly

Taking my arm
Astounded
Leading by hand
Counting my minutes
Since landing
Jewel bug (Choerocoris paganus) nymphs hatching

Here we are again

In silent hours
There is room
For a whisper
Without being
Chided for it
Just saying
What's new?
How you doing?
Thinking of you
Lately
When morning
Shroud of light
Dawns on me
Thoughts compete
With voices
People haze
Trip hop beat
Low voice
Narrator
Never leaves
Like one note
Held on for
Entire sonata
Al fine

Bus stop

Every morning leaving
On time to the skip
Of my feet
Pulling away cartoon TV
Standing six feet away
Millenia in social decree

Lemon sherbet bomb
Milk shakes
Redskins

Sending my mind in a spin
Looking through me
Invisible
Grimace and grin
Leaving words behind
In the dust
Words never heard before

Something about
Let's be friends

Bubble O Bill
Gaytime
Icy pole

Chasing up and down
Stares worlds unknown
Giggle till your sides
Hurt eyes leaving
Tummy aches
Green chip fries
Tears down cheeks

She makes me laugh
No matter what she says

Somehow if my cool I keep
Sticking around
Can't shake me
Holding my breath while
The big girls
Rate me

Paranormal

Whether awake or asleep
A parallel reality
Woven from memory
Laced with dreams

Evades my spaces
Empty rooms
With music
On repeat

Behind closed eyes
Her face reminds me
Promises only keep
When stored safely

Entertaining
All kinds of things
Foreseeable future
Down by the sea

Takes my willing heart
On much needed holiday
While planting seeds
To grow all around me

Market treat

To look upon her 
Middle of the street
Dancing feet in flip flops
Cotton slung over shoulder
Carrying the weight
Of next week's movies
Breakfast treat

Colours and lines dance
In front of eyes
Stallholders parade
Eyes watching me
Rainbow carrots
Pink lemonade
Waiting next Saturday
For one more take
Twist of tongue
Pull of cheek

Humankind kindred
Lay eyes on
Every hour
Another week
In case of
Isolation
Raise a glass
To me

Tale of two towns

Time for new faces
Anticipated opening
Green spaces push
Up from soaking rains

Never hesitating
To greet new day
As if reborn
How can we?

One absorbs everyone
Street skate innocents
Remark on my blooms
Pruning rosehips

One wills to muster
A turn of the eye
Sideways remarking
On the weather

Real as concrete grey
Silverlining clouds
Through my hair
Wise highlights

Another covering
Dousing authenticity
New shoots recovered
To appear as one
Young forever
Derwent River, Lower Sandy Bay, lutruwita / Tasmania