The phone’s been ringing all day.
Category Archives: Poetry
Ah yes, this is why the internet was invented – as a repository for my poetry. Some of these poems are published, some of them aren’t. Some of them aren’t even poems at all but that’s OK. This is my repository.
Arsehole
arsehole
you’ve got
to be
so careful
round here
ceasefire
shyly now
out of
bunkers
built to
keep out
hurt
Saturday Night at the Movies
Beaming from our television,
you know it all.
The leading man with monochrome charm.
The under-rated starlet and her delightful cameos.
give in
we hold hands
like lovers
or world leaders
grip,
smiling
with pain.
The Handy Man
i saw
the man
next door
n
cut him
short.
Death of a poet
I know nothing
of death
don’t know
nothing about it
no really
nothing.
Bed & Breakfast
fresh honey drools
sweet trails
over the doona hills
where we rolled
and lay.