Poem # 65 Coles carpark mid west coast.

Eavesdropping in the sauna like heat in my Toyota, sucking a mango seed, relishing the sublime furry flavour. Like the tidal stream of the Indian Ocean people ebb in and out with the social flow leaving bobbing in their wake the detritus of their lives. " Shut up, you little cunt! One more sound and I'll send you back to your father!" " Of course you're the father Kevin, You were there when they cut the cord, Jason means nothing to me!" " You know it's amazing when you kiss me - you're more like a guy - you're wife is one lucky girl - you thirsty? Let's get a breezer. " Groceries loaded we steer the Landcruiser down the channels between the parked cars and head for calmer waters.

Poem # 64 Bodyscape

This uncombed hair of head grows like the wild grasses of this round world. My body lays on its side with undulating contours of hills and valleys. Long deep breaths flow in and out like the wind along the edges of mountains. Blood winds along veins and arteries as do the streams and rivers in soft countryside. With eyelids that close on scenic vistas and reveal the darkness of the night, and hear the vibrations that storm across our features like a hurricane through the night.

Poem # 63 Yallabelli Creek

There is a dip in the ground where Yallabelli Creek soaks among dead gum leaves, beyond that large ghost gums and bloodwood and paperbark and eucalyptus begin to take the place of accacia and wattle. The continued tossing and pouring of the wind among the gum leaves sufficiently conceals the sound of my footsteps on a moss covered log. This soft sound is for the ear what a moonless night is to the eye. I move cautiously slipping from one big trunk to another scanning the surrounding bush for signs and meaning. The two dogs sniff quietly at wombat and rabbit burrows in the creek bank. Suddenly a kangaroo passes like a shadow through the underwood in front of us and we freeze motionless in a bush tableau, except for this part of bounding retreat. This small bush environment may have been certainly deserted, but now that this poor startled roo has run, she is like a messenger sent before us, and with squawk and rustle, parrots,rabbits, echidna, and lyrebird all exit the area.

Poem # 62 Hearthworks I

Hearthworks I I walked in from observing the night sky yet again humbled by the celestial spread of grandeur, and in a moment of clear seeing saw the Aga stove, there it was, a thin pink penumbra all around the outline of the circular lid on the top of the stove, and a hazy oval of energy on its side, and small imperfections in the cast iron, or bits of household detritus, began to spark and twinkle in the surface of the metal, burning off in minimal bursts of final existence like the stars in the night. and I was reminded how everything is part of the great matrix of existence.

Poem # 61 Doggy C Rap

Doggy C Rap Too many little doggies shitting on the floor Too many little doggies shitting on the floor Too many little doggies shitting on the floor Hard to ignore little doggies Shitting on the floor give them the science diet each monthly and give them prime steak fortnightly but still the little turds gleam brightly to spite me doesn't seem quite right to me don't ya see! Too many little doggies shitting on the floor Too many little doggies shitting on the floor Too many little doggies shitting on the floor too many to stand little doggies c'mon! I give them a pat when they're goodly give them a brush when they're ruffly give them a hug when they're luvly give them a bone when they're chewy and still they are pooey That's no good to me. one little doggie crapped in my backpack one little doggie peed on my laptop one little doggie chewed up my wallet Too much to take little doggies! y'all hear me! little doggies got to learn to go outside little doggies got to learn to go outside little doggies got to learn to go outside have a little pride little doggies go outside little doggies c'mon! no more sleeping on the rug little doggies no more sleeping near the hearth each nightly gonna be mean streets for you little doggies and I be telling you quietly gonna be trouble with the man little doggies less you straighten out that strife forthrightly! You know what I mean, y'all hear me C'mon!

Poem # 60 We are.

We are all wise beyond our own level of competency.

Poem # 59 A Traditional Lament

Traditional mountain Lament To be performed a capella Clears throat " I was cleaning my jacknife When you did appear So I leapt to my feet And I cut off your ear. Yo-de-lay lil' darlin Don't you come here No more. Take this as A warning get your ear off my floor My floor!, My floor!, take this as a warning Get your ear off my floor. I stared, I stared, Where the blood puddle did lay. I felt slightly nauseous, I thought I would die. I threw on the sawdust I threw on the lye. I threw on a carpet But no tear did I cry. I cry!, I cry!, No tear did I cry. Yo-de-lay lil darlin Don't you come here no more, take this As a warning get your ear off my floor. My floor! My floor!, Take this as a warning get your ear off my floor." ( evil chuckle, he!he!he! )