Monday, March 24, 2008

minutes

I earn, you
earn, we sometimes
stand and watch
minutes without labour
gathering

are.era.ear

what
you are
is neither agreed

in
this era
of nomad screed

chasing
your ear
with pollute’s bead

heat

Temperatures
like emails continued
heat in the hard drive
a love song
businesslike

leaves

Undermined
by service delivery
you don’t get it, leaves
tenuous in late
autumn

air

A little breathless
in the sexualised
the conditioned and
the happy sad
air

time out

I've been taking time out from the blogosphere; I haven't timed out. I've been hot in Adelaide and shivered under my own blanket, accompanied by a series of strange dreams. The list of 'things to do' has grown longer, but many of them are happy things. I am changing direction, but as the wheel is still in its turn, I can't say what that will be. But I have shown poems in progress to a couple of people; the words are maybe not as bad as they seem to me sometimes. I have been to a lot of book launches, new words all the time. The sun is out, and last night's rain drips gently from the gutter. So many birds, perhaps the drought is sending them to coasts.