17 Melbourne Road
‘A room at the top of the street / preserving his life in sunlight’
6 March 1989
‘Damn, brother. You saw what they did to my face? / Poked out my eyes. Knocked teeth out of place’.
A Cloudless Sky
‘A cloudless sky and I’m back / an ice-cold sky-blue rag / for my eyes’
A Meeting of Minds with Henry David Thoreau
‘What am I doing here more than looking – / which I would stop / only to help things through their vanishing’
A Spell For Going Safely Forth By Day
‘The hunter pushes a bullet beneath his tongue to fix his aim, / or is it to stave off his thirst?
Abingdon Square Park
‘I once had had a thought / About a thought I once had had’
‘Of the 36 views of Fuji, this one is the strangest: / the great wave off Kanagawa, frozen and tempestuous, / both sound and silence.’
All the Good Help
‘He will not understand her fascination / for rain, these summer months of water / that somehow keep the money coming in’
‘an orange plastic basket of compost / down from the top of the garden – sweet dark, / fibrous rot, promising’
‘Red sadness never appears sad . . . it appears in flashes of passion, anger, fear, inspiration and courage, in dark unsellable visions; it is an upside down penny concealed beneath a tea cosy.’
‘The sexual terror lions are roaring into my ears as I make my way between their cages’
‘The cockroaches in my house complain because I read at night’.
Bird of Fire
‘No more, no longer the sweet difference / Between real and dream I knew.’
Black Against the Sky, the Giant Mothers
‘Black against the sky the giant mothers / are whispering together in the moonlight’
Blue Sky Thinking
‘Let’s do this again, ground the planes for a while and leave the runways to the racing hare.’
‘I’m talking to you old man. / Listen to me as you step inside this garden’
Up in shorn Drake’s Meadow the hay bales shine. / They’re sheathed in plastic tubing and the plastic / is slack at each end then tight round the bale / like a film.
‘We need to harness the vaguely erotic disappointment that attends the realization you aren’t being followed’
Einstein on the Beach
‘So many thugs in any century how crush them all? / All passports stamped for the underworld’