She sits to watch
the epilogue of summer
pass by

Her pleated skirt waves
to the fading whistle
of the oceanic breeze

The memory of sunburn
sates the passion
she holds within

The frosty mornings
reminds her
the wisdom of waiting

And now
she grows frantic
in the lukewarm


She fights

Rain like this
brings incomprehensible
pain and sorrow

Day like this
all she wants to do
is to curl up in a ball
to sleep the time away

But she fights
to get up
get going
cos the thought of
breaking down
is far more


How come you see my pain?
Am I that obvious?

I live with pain for so long.
I recognise it like a kindred spirit.

How come you don’t show it?
You look happy.

I am happy.
I found a way to keep my pain at bay.

How come I don’t see what you see?

Perhaps you are blinded by anger.
Pain does that to us.


some memory is like
a movie that
we don’t want it
to end

so we just let it play
to one third
not to drift into sleep
but rather
holding our desire
to the next
and the next
never ending


you said
love is ephemeral
all the past love you had
all the shes you loved
they evaporated before
you caught breath
like silken streams
sifted through
your every dream
left impressions of
pinscreen needles
monetarily disposed


I would never thought to
miss the kookaburra
woke me up at 5am
but I do today
along with other things

watching the fish swimming
in the water hyancinth filled
inground pond

reading by the crackling fire
under the shade cloth

the smell of lavender, rosemary,
basil and sage from the garden

Sunday roast
and the laughter
once a family gathering brought

they are not the things
made me feel like home
but today
just today
I do miss

One of those things

Is there truly a God?
I don’t see Him.

There is truly wind
as I know how it feels on my skin.

Is there indeed true love?
I cannot see the future.

There surely is happiness
as my heart sings when I see you.

Internal chaos

the nose is having an argument with the lips
you are too pouty
you are so snobby

the chicken is talking to the duck
she says cluck
he speaks quack

my left arm is wrestling with my right arm
we are gonna tangle
we are going to embrace

you and I are fighting
we are mutually amused
each plotting the makeup sex