Scorpio

The night is cold
Windswept clear high pressure
Typical this time of year

Smoking pot in my backyard
I admire the spiral
Starry scorpion tail

Nocturne 36

The grasping hand of the dieing sun
Light paints the tops of trees
On that low ridge off the north east

See that one - across the way? Just there
That is where Major Darling planted the flag
And claimed as far as he could see
Under sovereignty his most gracious majesty.

And that next peak over that is where
Seamus Connor declared himself emperor.
He held a dirty scrap from the tunic
Of St Aloysius. Seamus said the idol
Turned away police bullets.

I suppose it worked, for a few years.

Hurry it is getting drunk.

Fragments (again)

Dreams
There was an accident here
The shining, dancing shards of glass
Remind one of the dreams of youth
Sensation
I stand in the shade, in the early morning
At the bus interchange, I am on my way to work
Old farms
The old farms are going
Forlorn closing down
Carved and divided
As the commute spreads
Across time and space

Drunk On the Bus

Drunk on the bus
What a day we had at work

And the fairy penguins jump
On the rocks - and then jump off
It is raining all the way down
To the coast - The penguins
Chase schools of silver
Scaled fish - I can barely
Keep my head up

Drunk after work
I struggle to keep my eyes
Open - we work
Exchange our labour power
For money - a way to get food
Exchange the money (labour power)
For apples - And the fairy
Penguins chase the silver fish...

The Cult of the Obscure

cat ~/queen/queen.txt
Walking the city streets, the early morning
Damp and foggy with the cold of the night
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Translucent
The early morning fog and haze
Make the far off mountains
Seem as if translucent
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grep '.*' ~/art/poetry/midnight/midnight.txt
Midnight
It had rained earlier
As I stood in the back yard.
Home from work shift work - late.
Smoking, thinking about Marx.
Reflected light from the full moon
Sparkled the damped edges of leaves
od -x !$
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thomas@RedStar.org:~$ ping elvis
elvis is alive

Things we have lost

The European explorer stumbled the strangling jungle
Lawless and violent the green steaming afternoons
Tore at his very soul. Brazil, Venezuela,
Bolivia, he did not know. One day appeared a river,
Wide and yellow with the thick hill side mud.
Along the banks of the river a small camp
Containing maybe twenty or so persons.

Out from packs was food and drink and the explorer
Penciled drawings of some of the children
And the children were afraid, and the explorer laughed,
For maybe the first time in weeks. There was a parrot,
Old he was, no one could truth say the age of the bird.
For it was found alone in a camp, alongside
Another riverbank, maybe even a tributary
Of this very river. All of the humans had died.
Only the bird remained. The bird amazed the explorer,
And the explorer made an entry in his journal.
"The parrot was the only speaker of a language
Once mouthed a murdered clan. All day long the bird
Would sing, thoughtless, the songs of the dead"
Songs no one was able to understand.

Sunny spot

I stand with my son
And together we stare
Into the sun and i am
Amazed how far away?
It takes seven minutes
For the light to reach us...

And yet...
The two of us
None of us can stare
At the balanced explosions
For very long before
Turning our heads to
Admit our inferiority.

Icy morning

Frosty cold morning, chooks huddled
One thin perch. Dog water bowl,
A thin plane of ice bound surface.

Ice sublates the black road interface.
A thin mist sways and rolls mysterious.
Be careful driving, he kisses her cheek,
The roads may be slick...