Dis-array

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dark matter gravitates

Towards our centre

Words swirl in disarray

Endlessly meditate

Fullness of weight

She doesn’t need you

He doesn’t want to see you

She doesn’t care

He has no time to spare

She has other friends

He says you’re full on

She thinks you’re just wrong

His other lover returned

Words heard but spurned

Silence consumes like a black hole.

Explode.

Then stars are flung endlessly 

Like the force of creation

At the sound of those words

I care

You are there.

Sky-gazing

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“… here is one day from his life, a day in every respect like all his other days, and from it let the reader form his own opinion as to his character and the way in which his life corresponded with the beauty of his environment.”

– Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls.

Picture of St Luke’s Anglican cemetary overlooking Richmond Village, Tasmania.

  

Untamed

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First, a quiet friend, dark glossy coat

hanging around me, peacefully

Grows wilder, lays by me rested

Gazing we lie in mournful wake

I stroke its dark and bristly hair

It grows under my care

Follows me everywhere

A loyal friend.

Soon overlooked by daily haste

Untamed, unkempt, rejected

It grows fierce and growls

Paces the floor, I lie awake

Our hearts race

The growing shadow of hairy beast

Takes a swipe, deflected

It claws and prowls, surrounds my all

Steals prized possessions

Forces me back, there’s worse in stall

Let it end – save it takes my all

Grief untended.

Fallout Shelter

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Caught a glimpse of your soul

And crawled inside
A safe place to hide
Kept fed, warm and dry
Loved and faithful abide
Picked up out of the rain
Time and again
Cocooned from outside
Another lost one to find
Where comforts are few
Instead, I’d always find you.
Inside I heard your heart beating
The words repeating
Both begging that old ways
Be dead and gone
We felt nothing wrong.

Hear

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Here I am saying these words to you in case I die soon

Here I am saying these words to you
Here I am saying
Here I am
Hear
I Am
Here I am / not knowing / who / I would be / without him
Without him / I would be / who? / Not knowing, / am I here?

Street angels

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Like a bolt out of the blue they came to me
Standing in wait as I walked aimlessly
In the dark, the day, back street, bar pew
The night market, car park, the mall

Just standing around head looking down
Saying words under their breath
The names have escaped, their faces erased
But if not for intervention it was surely death

For just the week before or the night after last
Another girl just like me had also walked past
But they met a different face and ever since had paid
Ultimate price for freedom to walk out past late

Fellow from far North under dim street light
Walkabout round nowhere I’d been serving tables
Waiting just to take me in and serve me soy tea
He showed me what it meant to set my Spirit free

The woman waiting patiently each day on every street
For the one to hear her words and in turn agree
She gave up all she had also her family
To bare her soul to every passer by she’d meet

Once I knew the code of this secret army
I found them plain clothes everywhere
Staring right into my soul carefree
Just when nobody else would dare