1928
6.102
12.iv.25
I’ll be nobody’s ancestor
this my scant trace
I draw the line
I defy the tribe commandment
nor murder will be mine
in time’s next face
from nowhere to nowhere the parting
obscurity the fate of stars
and I embrace
I’m holding my phone up high to send
because I’m nowhere now
1927
6.101
11.iv.25
fled on foot
my escape from
words
for wise surprise
from the day spin
into the picture
my escape
into the world
and from
grim pile
and tell
tiptoes too
into the wish of where I am
my work is to show so
it’s not by accident we’re here
under coin
beneath a note of promise
(cross cheque, make ache my own)
ready set
today
no munitions fall on me
life’s suffering, if you will
and see the ribs show through
we eat the others here
I know that I’m the damage
plant a flag to claim country
and sing into the dream wilds
just as if they were my own
1926
6.100
10.iv.25
often touch
tangled on shoulder by kiss
snuggle in cuddle up
we are thousands of years before
ourselves
imagining to this
concomitant of lust
who knows what monsters just beyond
wall we are
we are here now
in reach
and often touch
will they have called love
before words, after?
see itch and ache off on adventure
we are thousands of years to come
who knows what’s in the blood by then?
what implants
how much we know
how we’ll survive
how long can longing last
we’re all night travelling heads
beside
in one another’s
on this pillow where we fly
who knows what we’re escaping from
but that by these such means before
go everywhere we’ve been
and what we are, passed down
and on
who knows
how often touch
and thus
there are no forevers
there’s just this moment now
1925
6.99
9.iv.25
a dirty flag
vinegar sputum
best bile
let’s tug at this here
grab that
they love it
testing out the world again
how far can it lean?
what can we get away with?
kid in a go-cart
rich kid won’t share
bellows and he balls
because just not enough attention
because just not enough
all gimme and more more more!
there’s the wrapping of the morsel
now no one can afford
[criminal gang in charge]
it’s beddy byes America
we’ve had enough
yours faithfully
the world
1924
6.98
8.iv.25
a day through the
foliage
autumnal
as live in a book of woods
set out to the weather, tested, tried
pumpkin, come possum
answer the call
for the blue up
come breezes
here’s wafer moon to swallow
creek tinkle then
days you walk the shine out
the birds for silhouettes, last sun
I open my head to the all
1923
6.97
7.iv.25
day of the extra hour
again
April in the breezes
after deluge too
a bellow for the faded cows
their curtains chewed to shreds
rub trunk
up late
sleep the extra hour
clamour away bright world
if you will
all eyes up for the extra blue
long morning, afternoon cut short
long evening, soon to bed
it’s three o’clock again
it’s four o’clock again
that veranda clock
we used to call Queensland
tells true now
but they’re singing the old calendar still
nobody told the birds
1922
6.96
6.iv.25
the magic day
for wise surprise
an art of less
a magic day of making
as out of the box just
with leaves of light
a woe betide too
deciding to creature it
here to invent
self and day and wish
impossible to
not be influenced
impossible to copy
my outfold
whisker in the brink
not the tree for our shining still
to be in the picture
here’s to disappear
every word we are
like the nine lives of an actor
or take up with the breeze
wishing fame for it why
everyday all as live and breathe
you might well push too hard
at the making
all night and all day
have been at it too
