A Late Autumn

Crows pick broken insects,

From warm bitumen roads.

On the cusp of two seasons,

While a full moon lingers

In the west of sunrise’s sky.

Another late autumn

In the great southern land.

Will we ever see a cool day here in Dayboro, Australia (the Great Southern Land)?  One month into Autumn and still 30+degC days.  Enjoy your cool weather if you’re getting it 🙂

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If Coffee was a sound

 

I was thinking – Coffee is a drink, a drug and a colour; what if it was also a sound?  I asked some friends what it would sound like.  This is my interpretation of what they said.  Thank you for you help guys 🙂

 

At a silver moon,

On a distant hill,

A successful hunt is announced.

A pack of dingoes howl…

Maybe this is the sound of coffee?

 

Through an open window,

Released from the smoky confines

Of a single bed studio,

A haunted alto-sax brays a single

Inspired note…

Does it scream the sound of coffee?

 

Beneath the rain soaked street

Gurgles unknown liquid.

Through untold twists and turns

To hidden places,

That beckons the seeker…

Does she hear the sound of coffee?

 

Between the madding crowd

His footsteps carry him to the source;

A gentle buzz.

Like a distant, overheard conversation

That’s never whispered behind his back…

This is surely the sound of coffee?

 

Across an African plain they come;

One million hooves.

Their thunder quickens one’s breath,

Enlivens one’s heart,

Crescendos and carries one onwards…

Mirroring the sound of coffee?

 

Ocean waves crash in salty air,

Hissing against a golden beach.

Washing away all signs of intervention.

Nature’s white noise,

Enriches the senses and moves the soul…

Closer to the sound of coffee?

 

A gentle shrug and soft sigh,

A look that drifts into the distance,

A mind at peace and pondering;

If a tree falls in a forest

And nobody is around to hear it…

Will that be the sound of coffee?

Fortune Teller

teller of fortunes

invokes his god with prayer

my life in this cast

bones tumble a universe of possibilities

across a faded cotton scarf

The Curse

for services unsolicited

for a life you just passed by

for favour seldom given

for love you hoped to die

i slit the neck

and bleed the bat

and add some common rye

with eyeless worm

and words cut short

i spit into the dye

i spread the sign

upon your door

with horse hair dipped in this

to curse you once or maybe twice

that never may you die

but watch your face before your eyes

grow sadder with

each passing life

as friends and lovers disappear

pain slashing like a knife

i curse you so

for as you know

our time together ended

when you first said

you’re better off dead

than spend a life with me

so now my pain i leave this way

emblazoned on your door

i have no time to ask you why

and less to yet forgive

and now i’m done

my pain is gone

this pond before me calls

i sink beneath its beckoning chill

my heart is full and thrilled

to know that wounds

i’ve left behind

will fester on

and never seem to heal.

Gold Plated

 

i’m going to gold plate all of this:

every look that said you’re listening

every kind word you ever spoke

every gesture that said you love me.

and i’ll keep them in my pocket,

bring them out from time to time

and polish them on my jeans.

i’ll hold them to the light

so maybe they could make me smile.

‘cos right now i’m having trouble

remembering,

why i’m here

and why you’re

here.

it’s been like this some other times.

other people, other places,

but the feeling’s always the same.

but just this once

i’m gonna try,

to change,

this.

if i share these golden treasures with you

show how sweet they really are;

will they be gone forever?

will they stay in my pocket?

will they become passé?…

just like i am

to you.

Murmur 2

It started as a murmur,

Deep in the still, cold, vacuum of space.

Now the asteroid burns with intent,

although it carries no malice of it’s own.

Is it a punishment, or a message

Sent by an omnipotent being?

A tool to clean the slate

So to speak.

Is it a random act of a chaotic universe?

Probably.

It does seem coincidental though…

Maybe it’s answering the scream;

The scream it seems

Not even the guests of this tiny planet

Choose to hear