My father’s tie,
broad blue stripes,
100% man
made,
not natural
to touch

The black dog
waits by
the red gate
for the
yellow car
to return.

You defended me
when, falling back,
we gazed on stars

fresh honey drools
sweet trails
over the doona hills
where we rolled
and lay.

I know nothing
of death
don’t know
nothing about it
no really
nothing.

i saw
the man
next door
n
cut him
short.

we hold hands
like lovers
or world leaders
grip,
smiling
with pain.

Beaming from our television,
you know it all.
The leading man with monochrome charm.
The under-rated starlet and her delightful cameos.