
I want to play words
like Jerry Lee
plays piano
on Sweet Little Sixteen
or
Sonny Rollins
sax
on Waiting For a Friend:
hot little melodies
in the cosy confines
of poetry
*pic courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
I want to play words
like Jerry Lee
plays piano
on Sweet Little Sixteen
or
Sonny Rollins
sax
on Waiting For a Friend:
hot little melodies
in the cosy confines
of poetry
*pic courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
I wash myself with transcendental soap,
it makes me shine, lathers my hope,
rinses away all my petty needs,
you know the ones: the urge to pee,
to have three square meals, to sleep
it lifts me high, takes me deep
whenever I feel that I’m on the ropes
I wash myself with transcendental soap
I do not trust the calm
I know within its placid arms
lie the seeds of alarm
The cat is the forgotten candidate when they fight:
sure, they hurt each other but the cat recoils too,
even the walls and lounge chairs at the suddenness,
the squall of this. The walls and sofas cannot move,
but the cat can. Exit, pursued by bear. Only small,
but with the memory of an elephant. The cat remembers
long after they forget.
I don’t want to be a forklift driver
the rest of my life
the 23 year-old from Perth said
just before he came on stage
and belted out
‘I Need You Tonight’ by INXS
only as good as Michael Hutchens
and he looked good,
strong, strapping with brown tumbling curls
& a sinuous, sexy voice
which filled the hall and lifted the coaches
& crowd
like a forklift driver
*pic courtesy of Wiki Commons