If Only I had a Mane

I could whittle away the hours

Under sky without those clowers

Conferring with the twigs and

Talking to the gum trees leaves

Vote for the Beans

Don’t vote with your feet

Or vote with your thumb

Vote with your mouth

It ain’t mute or dumb

Plague of Meat

We’re a nation crying out

Feed me or I’ll die

I need meat just to live

Give it raw for me to fry

Dependantrees

Conjoined twins

Compete to be

Free with space

Breathe and see

Winterlude

Some Winterlude is this

Of pale moonight

Farsighted but empty

No warmth in the fight

Is a Bella

Beautiful daughter

Buzzing Bee

Golden hair

Bouncing free

No Night Left

Highway left

That road lead right

Not clearly I see

Through lonely night

Standoubt

Breathe be wreathe

Lungs reach out

Wind pipe up

Trunk stand doubt

Upended

Bottoms are up

Heads in the ground
Asleep like a tree
No waking surround

Lost Ent

When Spirit unfolds the Scripture-leaf 

And sap is in the bough

Blowey Grey

Sammy strong

Loves to play

Dolphin’s song

Yellow and gay

Lain Aside

I may look bright

Deep scarlet red

But the colour is blood

Bruised from the head

A Winton House

Tim Winton’s

Cloudstreet

That Eye The Sky

Cold feet

The Last Hour

It’s eleven o’clock

And the end of all things

The battle now short

My wound it stings

Silverless Birch

Birchling seed

Naively lands

A cosy crack

Sprouts, expands

My Mother

You remind me of a blue wren

So small and delicate

At home among your garden

So perfect and content

Leaf Bereft

Toppled by a breeze

All bloods now drained

A deadening freeze

Pale colour stained

Becoming Less

Like Galadriel

Ill-fated fair

Is stripped of pride

With humbling care

Dying Deed

Unless like seed

We fall, it dies

Aground sown deed

We found r’own lives

Dad the Dag

Daggy clothes

Saggy tees

Baggy jeans

Worny keens

What Amiss

Went what amiss

Out of the door?

What missing piece

Of lure and lore?

Unfading Beauty

Gentle and quiet

My spirit at rest

Submissive, silent

Your treasure chest

Beauty Amid the Sorrow

There is beauty amid my sorrow

There is mercy in my tears

There is meaning in the madness

There is grace within the years

Yellow Goodbye

Why do the brightest days

End so cold?

Why the clearest skies

Which were so bold?

Just a Little Note

"Whenever you’re feeling

"Sad and blue

"Remember this note that says

I love you"

Beautiful Feet

Popsicle toes

Havaianas

Painted rose

Red sultanas

Over Indulger

Hotmail soldier

Off to Kapooka

Jumping boulder

Just a teenager

All To Share

Simon from Cyrene

A father two sons

Alexander and Rufus

A journey begun 

Don't Go Out Tonight

An amber horizon

Do not proceed

A bad mood heighten

Please you must heed

Growing Air

It’s not just me the moody

Look up when you’re outside

It’s not just me the broody

I feel the changing tide

Arc Eyetect

What arc eyetect

Of light and sun

Makes cloud and sky

Refract and sunder 

Early Ones

Once in my life

Was early by far

It took some strife

From an early star 

Red Missed

Red wine

Old tawny

Quite fine

Grows thorny 

Tiger Fire

Woodened air

Burning bright

On an island

In the night 

Peering Through

A gazillion stars

Showering down

Pricks in a veil

Darkening surround 

Friendshie

A sheoak glade

Amongst shy friends

A lapping shore

The melody it sends

Not Missing

I miss the mornings

Miss out on the time

Just too many yawnings

It’s not a great crime

Trilogous Life

The charmed life

Par excellence

The cormorant

Not elifonts 

Old Legs

Smoke em out

Creep and crawl

Don’t mind em big

Just get em all 

Tricksy As

Axe with brittle handle

Ute with faulty wheel

Wick in explosive candle

Spoon in poisoned meal

Roaring Forties

Serenity island

Except for a gale

Someone's pop offs

Helping us sail

Rownd About

A dingy may be dodgy

Ya can’t row, ya can’t swim 

Really Boys

Gone bush for old sake

Camp clothes, food galore

Just me and an old mate

In the sticks, nice and raw 

In the Drink

In a blink

In the drink

Man overboard

Now let me think

Corroboree

One is company

Two’s a hoot

Three is trouble

Four’s a troop

Blue and Green

More green

Less blue

Missing yellow

Shining through

Hello Aimlessly

Meandering aimless

Foraging thoughts

Following a river

Knowing no course

Hanging Out

Still a boy

I cannot lie

Whizz pops, sillies

Often I cry

Mounton

Blue mount on

The distant plain

Touching sky

And cloud the same

Bush Mourn

I have gone into mourning

As one hiding away

A wild bush landing

Where here think I’ll stay

River Not Running

The deeper the river

The slower the race

The closer to sea

The harder to pace