Here are my poems. I also usually post drafts of all new poems on my blog wardrobe in the cupboard.
This list can be sorted by title or year. The poem collections page is another way into the maze..
| a void | 2016 | The fear of a void in my writing biography slowly opening up every day the wound grows, it howl. . . |
| an argument | 2015 | a little spot of wine and a little spot of black some sweet apple tea and a big fight with wife. . . |
| Charlie Hebdo | 2015 | how funny that you have shot your friends Charlie Hebdo are the best kind of friend they are. . . |
| dust blanket reversal pome c1843 | 2015 | the rolled warm dogsbody of a lumpen stranger lays asleep under the verandah a bright morning. . . |
| For all | 2015 | little pill a dream opens - capital 'A' blasted on my mind and upside down - an ox he. . . |
| fragmen | 2015 | sometimes ties cost the race it is not unheard of - the boat on the harbour bobbing there on th. . . |
| poet rebel | 2015 | the idea is all that counts the body is transient - that is the idea anyway you can kill this. . . |
| the clipper | 2015 | the clipper moves faster than the wind herself nothing pauses her glide except - waterfowl eg. . . |
| the good news | 2015 | despair despair, the floods, the floods are rising despair the naysayers, despair the fools who r. . . |
| there is a plan | 2015 | an open wardrobe.. pieces of time fly fly past my eye, she said "fuck off" and sighed . . . |
| this poem has been blocked by your anti-poem software | 2015 | the ant trails running discourses to the edge of the ocean fabulous planes crash in millennial co. . . |
| Vale Burra Park trees | 2015 | stroke the attic of the valley soul you old wizened things bitten by many frosts, you measured . . . |
| watt things gold | 2015 | initials silencia by worms a painted argument– time is a gun gone off now in variable di. . . |
| 1990 Ektachrome | 2014 | memory fades the bright inflorescences like chemicals in an old filmstock but when you look aw. . . |
| 4-10 am | 2014 | all is one and one is all we assume whatever form she likes or if we assume no form th. . . |
| a dream ends | 2014 | for all antiquity nature stood still then for one split second the dream quivered the scal. . . |
| amoeba curlicue abacus | 2014 | each prick - be it a little devil or jesus - i believe in it. this beans me argyle cafe, 1. . . |
| brain crack | 2014 | splintering - a slinky shard of glass a cutlass gyrates down into phantoms to crack the eggn. . . |
| cauldron eyes | 2014 | I am sucked into you like a spark into a dark cauldron the briefest spasms seek to get out but . . . |
| cloud chamber | 2014 | flagging and empty the carousel passes a recurrent sadness the playhouse where children da. . . |
| eagle risen | 2014 | a torrent of blood swelling into the valley at the far end the girl with the halo and sunken e. . . |
| firefly | 2014 | little pyre in the air flying around the marijuana grove I like to catch you - but there! it is. . . |
| growth rings | 2014 | look at me each line marks the dead flesh the opening up of the heartwood with a sharp . . . |
| ineffectual fancy | 2014 | when the eye opens we forget everything eternity sleeps in every blink the black of night t. . . |
| just testin | 2014 | just to see really if there's anything still in there i knock on dead wood the inner prec. . . |
| lemuria | 2014 | the dark chords and tendons that prop up my corpid form leave hollow the body of an instrument . . . |
| mind fog ballast | 2014 | THAT luminal night of urchins' insolent lollipops so sucked spikes antigone going into the g. . . |
| Psyche | 2014 | catching the plague an agar dish waits its fate the poet brain sniffing the breeze for an ari. . . |
| pumpkin | 2014 | the skin opens a balloon vocalising its innards slow and unwound very very so the atmosphe. . . |
| show me the money | 2014 | i asked her to show me where the debt was she pointed to a small number on a piece of white paper. . . |
| the perfect doctrine | 2014 | the perfect doctrine cannot fail it doesn't know about failure and will persist against crit. . . |
| the white castle | 2014 | a kangaroo leaps into a barbed wire fence man: marinj star posts strike against legs the e. . . |
| three seasons | 2014 | what did we start? a fire blown up fierce and bright it burned through the world left it smoul. . . |
| tuggas girl | 2014 | she doesn't need the needle in her hand an accent is what shoots up her nose like a snor. . . |
| white phosophorus | 2014 | white phosphorus is stuffed into polyester the one eyed brain zeros in and locks onto a. . . |
| belief sphere | 2013 | outside the known sphere of the universe of universe cities lie. . . |
| bios | 2013 | prosody fought back with a barb and a pin and stuck it write in like the trembling clime and. . . |
| Bob Dylans Excremerit | 2013 | "You can't go through life without reading some kind of book." - Bob Dylan, Rolling St. . . |
| Canberra | 2013 | 2013: a centennial year poem a crass grass ridden place hidden behind civic sheen empty stre. . . |
| free the tongue | 2013 | the poet's tongue must be free from complicity in anti-liberty no sooner set up words . . . |
| Poem written on opening of the new supercomputer Raijin | 2013 | the supercomputer is squared and black with neon openings her warm dark body shades the ro. . . |
| Slowly, Deeply, Badly | 2013 | βραδέως, βαθέως κα̥. . . |
| The tea shop has closed | 2013 | everywhere around the placemat a great scourge is unfolding the tea shops are all closing this . . . |
| a whiff of geist | 2012 | 2028 eclipse happens to open a wormhole to our antient selves, looking back beyond apophic destru. . . |
| bliss echo | 2012 | essence of emptiness upturned like a mug of water on my body tonite pleasances meet at ho. . . |
| brother blab | 2012 | oil poor stupid peloponnesian mind shaping fanatics speaking of fantastics and unshaping truths. . . |
| effortless movements | 2012 | i am suspicious of any signs of effort by them i can tell if you are doubting yourself th. . . |
| existential poem | 2012 | if a poet is created by the act of writing a poem then does it matter if the poet rejects his cr. . . |
| igloo | 2012 | i await news of you in my igloo tie my intestines in knots poke flies in my eyes vomit convuls. . . |
| in embers | 2012 | an arsenic envy seizes the inside of me but it is only a butterfly passing by like a cat l. . . |
| lies, all lies | 2012 | poems are as smoke seeping through the grille of words from an unseen fire . . . |
| meditation on mt budawang | 2012 | there was a beat sermon had upon a mountain but Budawang beneath its closed lid bears an unlame. . . |
| Necronomica (extract from a dream) | 2012 | today, i had a strange illusion, in my dream, a swan came to me and spoke with a bound leather ton. . . |
| Nichols Gorge Wetwang | 2012 | what is a number? just a little indivisible piece of nothing wrapped around on itself the nu. . . |
| premeditated | 2012 | to premeditate is to do something before meditating like putting on a cup of tea or reading a n. . . |
| riding swiss hide (notes) | 2012 | take the cool silver tube into your mouth the little prick tucked behind your front teeth and. . . |
| S | 2012 | lightning never strikes twice except in the heart where bliss touches herself in the innocence . . . |
| salsa verde | 2012 | your blood is hot and blue when i come near you i know the season in your veins bright a. . . |
| so far so far fruit machine | 2012 | so far so far All the fish in Alabama got a massage from their mama two little fishy hands on th. . . |
| svilver | 2012 | life has a knife concealed in her pleasant hand once you see it flash you cannot forget it . . . |
| the farce | 2012 | have you been there? if you have you will know what i mean if you have been there you'll. . . |
| the forest | 2012 | idly walking in the forest of eucalypts in my heated mind i am surrounded by naked ladies jamme. . . |
| the religion question | 2012 | i am a mean old Manichaean my seer like insanity brightly isolating me from the sober darkness. . . |
| vulture rock | 2012 | like a scavenging bird hangs over a decayed cadaver the fire rescue helicopter pauses above the s. . . |
| youth bemusement | 2012 | the rain sprinkles calmly on a wet wet land your eyes are mirrors in the midday sun my body a be. . . |
| a nice day | 2011 | cup of tea piece of wine an herb bring peace to me in pieces one by one farthing by farthing . . . |
| amour | 2011 | a fragment of mine long long ago encountered a piece of yours it was the first day of spring. . . |
| asbestos dream | 2011 | held underwater by society's hands after the initial kick i am happy to go limp and float as. . . |
| Cat | 2011 | my dream cat would live in the window box and stare out at all the other cats and the humans a. . . |
| closm | 2011 | prescient impressions of you closed, jammed, into my skull locked there for weeks like knotted. . . |
| diary entry jan 2011 | 2011 | the slow glide of change slices through me like it did my parents and theirs - sliced like lemon. . . |
| edit | 2011 | open a bomb inside, flowers, sparkly bits of stuff white powder a nerve ending power cable e. . . |
| ghast | 2011 | when the fog lifted the aircraft men saw that a terrible accident had taken place silently . . . |
| la Tsar bomba | 2011 | the big anise hit unloading and curdling the atmosphere took us up with it two dreams- up i. . . |
| life is pain only | 2011 | why endure the suffering to the end when the disease kills us always the living-disease such. . . |
| new journal | 2011 | the first page is always the hardest with the first incision of the surgeon's pen we transmu. . . |
| nisty insects | 2011 | nisty insincts intir mi skin clawl into plices in devour me from inside ill ligaments ingre. . . |
| nones | 2011 | witness and egg an unlikley union to facedown move a motion on the murderer turning tables . . . |
| Open letter to the editor | 2011 | today i shall be: a half poet in a tin hat a father to three a prescient embalmer of wounds a . . . |
| sleep apart | 2011 | so late, so late the world is sleeping tight tonight and i am up with the bub and the night l. . . |
| Smile | 2011 | laughter comes easy like water flowing over rocks on a summers day that sound half splash ha. . . |
| so so soho | 2011 | so miserable so nothing whenever whatever money trickling away the senior generation can't. . . |
| strange dance | 2011 | i like to flirt with insanity the undertow of ancient china beliefs cast into the vortex. . . |
| the big shbang | 2011 | lonely hearts don't know themselves is it possible to destroy a soul? maybe temporaril. . . |
| the chain | 2011 | I suppose there are two analogies for the chain passing through the hand the flush and the enta. . . |
| the last time | 2011 | last time i was here you tickled me under the chin with a feather you said it was the most perf. . . |
| the success of failure | 2011 | in the last few months i've lost a battle with myself on some level i resigned - to the. . . |
| what i want | 2011 | 1. get out of this downward spiral funk 2. go to India, grow a beard 3. hear from my friends… em. . . |
| Confessional No.2 | 2010 | Lapping up images like a doggy the body is transient i know the lie still i run on and on the . . . |
| Demimorgue | 2010 | before rigor mortis had set in i was to insert a gloved hand and check for a foreign object in t. . . |
| enlightenment poem | 2010 | got kensho? anybody can do nothing unless they got kensho go get kensho then do something . . . |
| four other ways to approach the numinous | 2010 | 1. by the mystery of presence cock in hole, lady enjambed in another lady, cock in mout. . . |
| Hume vs Popper | 2010 | it's not just that i feel uninspired my attempt has been as squalid as the next fumbling around . . . |
| indolence | 2010 | in the quiet room i sit and fester in my indolence whilst a slight movement of air outside and. . . |
| love park | 2010 | for every stream there is an ex-stream for every site there is an oppo-site so tell me . . . |
| machine head | 2010 | the original maths that impregnated these gears rolling about the sun-gear this stampede of a. . . |
| odd haiku | 2010 | two snails and an oyster disappear as sea squirts squirt the foam washing over sharp rocks. . . |
| opening | 2010 | as when the first dust out of the sun strikes an eucalypt bud opening at dawn and the crims. . . |
| pressed cellulose and pinned hummingbees | 2010 | #1032 Papaver spp. picked too early, already drooping, the stem hovering half an inch over the wat. . . |
| prosaic fusebox doll | 2010 | empty paper fills her head while the unspent impulses play themselves out internally i seek . . . |
| scientific method | 2010 | (about the big bang theory) I do agree with the prevailing dictum that we are particles of sp. . . |
| the cherenkov effect | 2010 | is when a charged particle travelling at faster than the velocity of light meets its inevitable . . . |
| After Verlaine | 2009 | after many years the poet and his lover reunite she hands him an oar and he slips into. . . |
| for Adrienne | 2009 | 17.08.09 do you hear that sound? a very distant bell an alarm in another room - muffled human . . . |
| LZ77 | 2009 | how blue is the sky[8,2]oday as[25,6][3,2] my heart or a[16,1]berry pie, [16,2] [27,8] when i s. . . |
| only read this if you are drunk | 2009 | if you are drunk as so am i then HURRAH! we are friends I N ST A N T L Y i would like to say. . . |
| Socrates soc | 2009 | ninib did bumsex with job job did bumsex with joshua joshua did bumsex with david david did bum. . . |
| Suicide note of the flawed poet | 2009 | sorry everyone but i'm taking the easy option - the path to self destruction i am addicte. . . |
| the apple or the sphere | 2009 | now that you have seen - which describes that place to you? the apple or the sphere? self conta. . . |
| The light at the end of the tunnel | 2009 | I lie on the floor describing something... "some people don't see the light at the end of the t. . . |
| The Pact | 2009 | we will all bleed to death that is our shared history i will get my teeth smashed out that girl. . . |
| the three kinds of poem | 2009 | some poems are formed in stillness and take a crystalline form brittle - they cannot be touched . . . |
| This is Immortality | 2009 | i emerged from the hollow of voices and trickled down into the lap of maya there i lay and watch. . . |
| Toolbox | 2009 | it's the first thing in the morning, i've just come down to work and i catch a comma, and some a. . . |
| A Speckled Stone | 2008 | a speckled stone round as the moon is balanced on the temple gate under that tree lies the . . . |
| after the apology | 2008 | a bird in the sky lifts my heart cloud filaments tumble and grow misshapen it is summer my ey. . . |
| Anti-poem | 2008 | i hate poetry most of it not that i've read much tired of tired words lying on the page tr. . . |
| Bullet | 2008 | of course i want you if i didn't want you i wouldn't be writing piss so get this down your throa. . . |
| Cat tactics | 2008 | Cat tactics Ziggy mews and stares at me the biscuits are in his bowl he only just came in . . . |
| Cigarette | 2008 | when i imbibe the ash of a flicker of coal wrapped in leaf mixed in air my whole joy explode. . . |
| Close the Book | 2008 | so close the book the one that demands your attention go outside stoke the firepit & burn thos. . . |
| Devil in the Vine | 2008 | there is a devil in the vine: that is so but let us not examine the devil? I believe it is a fri. . . |
| Dharma Wheel | 2008 | at first inkling of 'something else' i pull a zen pome off the shelf to cut apart the norma. . . |
| Gloamings 21-26 | 2008 | after many years - it revisit. the Lonely. the Need. .hold my head under because. . . |
| Handsback | 2008 | handsback range of hills form a claw with ivory veins hairs musk stick eucalypt trunks gro. . . |
| Instant Fantasy | 2008 | These are not all my own work i have borrowed deeply from time and owe much to the wind that bl. . . |
| Pismire | 2008 | you can perch on her all you insects that consider her tasty or divine and she’ll not swat you. . . |
| Poet is the Poor Artist | 2008 | poet is the poor artist of this date and time: it only costs some pen and ink to make a little . . . |
| Prawn Connoisseur | 2008 | dry as the mouth of ied piranhas, their asses easily famish the plywood brain autoism, rude. . . |
| Rotten Autumn | 2008 | Rotten autumn moved into buggery winter gave way to sodden spring and an unbearable summe. . . |
| The Pear is Life | 2008 | examine the pear how does it strike you? what could it be likened to? take a bite what has cha. . . |
| To a distant unnamed galaxy | 2008 | ROWAN PUTS HIS WATER CUP ON THE CATALOGUE OF GALAXIES IN WHICH YOU FAR DOWN THE LIST ON PAGE . . . |
| Was a Bear | 2008 | in an envy was a bear who bore an hive out of there and released the beastings everywhere. . . |
| Astrolabe | 2007 | I calculate a peanut that is the sun sits fathoms apart from roving Jupiter, a speck pummellin. . . |
| Bean | 2007 | you and me poo and wee endless embalming you with nappy bouncing knee make you happy you a. . . |
| Braided Ham | 2007 | Shooting off into the dark art chart part with a lanky lumberjack vagabond nose in a blue jinxed. . . |
| Byronic Urge | 2007 | I found a scrap of paper, on which was written: Byronic urge to which I think I murmured . . . |
| Deluge | 2007 | that look in your eye head tracing little circles like a corkscrewing ash seed that crooked sm. . . |
| Desire Only Silence | 2007 | (Reflection on verse 517, Guru Vachaka Kovai) How true you are to say - 'Desire only . . . |
| For My Love | 2007 | My Love said "why don't you write poems for me?" "I don't know" I said, "It feels too personal". . . |
| Forkword | 2007 | all us egoists writing forkword tryin' to pick the plate for a feelin' we had we try to make a. . . |
| Grandpa | 2007 | old tooled hand and nail leather S T R A P & sharp KNIFE! I think of all the things you man. . . |
| Heard a Bird | 2007 | heard a bird murder | in the park just after dark hoped you were not | up to it heard a bird. . . |
| Morning Cat Squeak | 2007 | You want to go out but it’s raining so how about we give you a little fish? no. Morning cat. . . |
| Notes of Spring | 2007 | the wind of spring is all we hope for summer breath brought calamity and hooping songs of death . . . |
| Our Planet | 2007 | is a seed and the yellow sun has cracked it into a furze of malt all our pallid faces the t. . . |
| Prayer from the Terrapolis | 2007 | {Terrapolis; tεrəpəlIs, n. A city that covers the Earth.} come with me my. . . |
| Shambo the Cow | 2007 | Shambo, you were the life. What price, the cud? the soft moo? a piece of you? Yoked and towed . . . |
| Shipley Valley Afternoon | 2007 | In the silly still air; bird sounds from a speck of dust suspended in the stone library almi. . . |
| Six fish (five alive and one dead) | 2007 | swim i am immature in blue my eyes a speck that time and science explore field of reed i l. . . |
| The Game | 2007 | Can I bring a . . . ? snow goanna . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . no goose down . . . . . . . . . . . . |
| The Lobe | 2007 | tigers and bathers crescent over water in an ebon pool a peacock in prison in a pen of peah. . . |
| Thursday Song | 2007 | life is not a line to live from end to end life is but a canvas upon our brush to wend life . . . |
| Trying to Start the Cat | 2007 | the kitten won’t play today Rose strokes it and fires the rumble tum but Peter’s out a leap – a. . . |
| Candelabra | 2006 | Pinpricks in the void You quiver and I arrive Glowing candelabra. . . |
| Easier Than Breathing | 2006 | You didn't want to use words but when pressed - That word that brings silence home you showe. . . |
| French Dream | 2006 | my #1 favourite French madhouse croissant-aree brings unlimited limitless happiness to me j. . . |
| Tomato | 2006 | Like a forest fire boys quietly as the cows come home endure the sun on their backs make mud. . . |
| Turiya | 2006 | let the eye close without and open within knowing nothing I visit sleep and become happy gunned. . . |
| You | 2006 | Only only only only Be a great cream|monster|design I am over ovary revelry You loon dick. . . |
| Autumn Towers | 2005 | From a tower, all the plane leaves like swastikas are kicked off into loose piles - like your kni. . . |
| Believe | 2005 | Believe in me They say there is no Justice I heard about truth from a friend He got it from a s. . . |
| Broken Eye | 2005 | Did you see the sun this morning? it was a blood clot on the horizon - it really was watery like. . . |
| Chicken Dog | 2005 | An obiturary for the bone which interested Chicken Dog Riding on the bus one day I look. . . |
| Iapetos | 2005 | Iapetos opens his book to the green page marked by an ostrich feather and begins to write S. . . |
| Leave the Heart | 2005 | Take away my hands So I may not meddle But leave my heart So I may feel Take away my eyes S. . . |
| New Dogma | 2005 | Don’t rhyme too much Don’t at metaphor clutch Don’t start lines with capitals Don’t dwell on . . . |
| Not Knowing Where I Was (I Knew Where I Was) | 2005 | not knowing where I was I suddenly knew where I was (with you) the moon in my heart fell u. . . |
| Overheard in a Temple | 2005 | The voyage is joyful That takes me to you But how heavy is the creaking world With its burnt tr. . . |
| Reports of a Disturbance in the Heart | 2005 | A loose tongue spinning rhymes reports of a disturbance in the heart the culprits leave images . . . |
| School of the Unintelligible Media | 2005 | At a school both old and new Bachelors of the Unintelligible Media are we In suspension of disbe. . . |
| Souls of the CCP | 2005 | Finally going over the content of suburbia I uncover a cricket in the drain-pipe under the man-h. . . |
| The Lament of a Wine Taster | 2005 | And holding Syrah's wine up to this nose I gently swilled to to and fro the cup Then slurped it . . . |
| Three Limericks | 2005 | There once was a preciousest Ning Who did ever the cleverest thing She had a great spasm While . . . |
| An Evil Night | 1998 | downed hemisphere of orange then the music and the magic started turning over me into thought wo. . . |
| Cut Rose | 1998 | Cut rose lit with shadows hovering near, a flickering fire thin smokes, incensed curl and ripp. . . |
| Days Days Days | 1998 | days, days, days, days, days, days, daze the past seems dead, the future an old promise I cross . . . |
| Fairy Story | 1998 | There is a sort of pain in not knowing Relieved by? Knowing and the odd crumpet So it is Th. . . |
| For my Solid Pleasure | 1998 | for my solid pleasure I strike the mug with finger nails the sound merging with the rumble of . . . |
| Let Op! Drempels | 1998 | The ink itself says more for truth than any words Outside it rains, but in here it is warm Becau. . . |
| Poem of the Embryo | 1998 | Caverned in this small reddish room I wish I didn’t have to leave. I curve my back, and press it. . . |
| Porpoise | 1998 | Seek and you will find - Your life's porpoise! Sleek black and fat She is hidden somewhere Dee. . . |
| Reflection on Twenty Years | 1998 | Disconnected experiences Like bites of a meal Served and digested together So many portions o. . . |
| The Swallow | 1998 | Little bony scrotum perched in a muddy seat patiently awaiting another visit from the feathery . . . |
| This Day, 28th perhaps | 1998 | Two white oxen walk past The big trees shiver Crusty bread sits warmly in me And some slight op. . . |
| Various Poisons | 1998 | Various poisons have given reality a twist tweaked it into high peaks or bathed it in light nec. . . |
| Venice Again | 1998 | When it all sings me to some spot be happy with the lot Venice is my womb a wiggly coffee ro. . . |
| What to do? | 1998 | what to do? in love with you! you know there is some sorcery in it musky nettled magic that I. . . |
| Dialogue at the Beginning of time | 1997 | Woman - Here please accept this gift. Man - What gift is this? Woman - |
| that is all | 1997 | reading my books gazing at the new leaves on the old trees wand'ring through the crammed stree. . . |
| the artist | 1997 | one must be an artist to affect his own transformation but he must paint from within follow n. . . |
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