So I Tried Something New

Nothing would come.

Constipation of the mind.

So what do you take?

Something new. A photo. Chosen at random.

What to call it?

The Light at the End of the Tunnel.

That’s what it’s like now.

Masks come off just before Easter.

The QR codes are gone except for medical facilities.

It has been a dark and claustrophobic journey

especially for those in isolation.

There;s the Ukraine War.

We are still in the tunnel with that one.

But it looks as if the tide is turning.

Those rigid tracks

but the train of progress has to travel

along something.

O glorious light.

See, you can get something from nothing.

the Cop and the Comet

I grabbed the comet of a poem

by the tail as it flashed past

the windscreen

on my way to the poetry workshop

but the traffic cop was not impressed

when I wrestled it onto the page

waiting for the lights to change

at the busy intersection

& began writing something of his own





  • inspired by Yard Sale of Thoughts

Where They Speak Crow

I don’t speak Chinese.

Nor do I speak Russian

though I do speak Latin

[three years at Uni]

though no one speaks it anymore

nor do I speak Crow

like those blokes at the gym

who ‘follow’ the Adelaide Crows footy team,

speak the arcana of the game,

the iconography of past champions,

the minutiae of every quarter,

pumping statistics rather than iron.

I’m on the outer of the inner circle

though I get far more gym done.