Sunday, November 30, 2014

DEATH'S DREAMS


Sleep was once a refuge, an escape hatch,
But now it is a place of dreadful states;
And in my bleak slumbers my fingers snatch
At black nightmares, montages of dark fates.

Cruel themes recur and bind me with their rope -
They tease me with nonsense and useless schemes -
Until I wake, recall that there's no hope,
And death begs me to gamble on its dreams.


Wednesday, November 26, 2014

SCAPEGOAT

Scapegoat.
Goat.
Like a beaten cage fighter
You can’t rise up
And you never will.

Here I stand and the good go by.
Some of them sneer
But none ever ask why?
Why am I here and no longer there?

Scapegoat.
Goat.
Like a punch-drunk boxer
You can’t rise up
And you never will.

Now I crawl, thrashed by whipped words
Of those who never erred -
The worthy horde never wrong,
And never duped by a fraudster.

Scapegoat.
Goat.
Like a spear tackled forward
You can’t rise up
And you never will.

Soon I’ll expire and punishment will end.
This life became another death
At the hands of perfect critics
Who can only condemn.

Scapegoat.
Goat.
Like a horse with broken legs
You can’t rise up
And they won’t let you.


Sunday, November 23, 2014

MIDSUMMER



The heat of midsummer brings you to mind,
Your brown skin warm and fiery to my touch.
I reach in quest for you but fail to find
Those silky supple curves I want so much.
Sun-filled skies spin me to your eyes of light,
Shining as if the stars were all stored there,
And then my thoughts turn to your smile so white
Before I see in visions your black hair.
In the talking wavelets on the sea’s shores
I hear your voice whisper love on a kiss,
And, as the day slows down, dusk’s darkness pours
The sounds of you breathing in sleep’s drenched bliss.
For now I’ve quenched the ceaseless seasonal heat
Recalling one who makes daydreams complete.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

ALIEN


I am no longer an Australian.
How can I be a member of this tribe?
I face this nation as an alien,
My birthright slashed and burned and cast aside.

If I could suicide I'd catch the breeze

And vanish into distant fiery skies
That glow at sunset just above the trees,
Then I would rise to kiss death's ochre eyes.


Friday, November 21, 2014

IN THE DOCK

I live shackled and weeping in the dock
Of the courtroom of woeful omissions,
While those who hold keys to my chains and lock
Cast slurs by way of brisk expositions.
It seems the judgement of imprisoned fools
Is deemed always and evermore impaired.
Respect cannot be won under their rules,
Even esteem must nevermore be shared.
As I seek sleep but instead fight my chains
I work through each day of the nightmare time.
How could I have done more to force a change?
Why am I lower than the heirs of crime?
Now the baying crowd prowls around the dock
And calls my name to shame and then to mock.


Friday, November 7, 2014

DOG BEACH

I walk the beaches of a skin-cancered country,
A land where a nihilistic refrain reigns,
Where the youth are iced and insolent,
Parents have pock-marked arms and collapsed veins.

I wander the streets of cities soiled by sleaze,
Paying high prices set by the casino’s hogs.
Rip-off merchants outnumber honest vendors
And old age pensioners have fewer rights than dogs.

I watch to see if our rulers respect our history
And observe only snouts seeking the richest trough.
It’s seems Orwell was right about trusting pigs;
We’ve not had a real leader since the days of Gough.

I would wish for death but I can’t afford it
And I don’t want to be a burden when I expire.
So I’ll find another country that will tolerate me;
I’ll go there to die and donate my sins to its fire.


Monday, November 3, 2014

MAIMED

Nobody is living
And no one is dead
In the mangrove mud
Of my maimed mind;
But some have gone ahead
And others were left behind.
There is no scorecard
And no way to win merit;
Some have all the luck,
While others can inherit,
But I'm stuck in the muck.
There are no signs of karma -
The world looks much more like
Sad chapters of Job's drama -
Falsehoods on every speaker's spike.
Hopes are mowed down like saplings
Before their leaves can form,
The waters round them dappling
With raindrops of an arriving storm.
Only the swamp survives
To swallow the next explorer.