Friday, September 26, 2008
Hawthorn, the Hawks, have made the Grand Final to play Geelong, the Cats, at the MCG this Saturday. I'm supporting the underhawks. They have five fantastic indigi players - Mark Williams, Chance Bateman, Cyril "Junior" Rioli, Cameron Stokes and last but not least, Lance "Buddy" Franklin. Buddy is the most althletic, graceful, powerful, marvellous player I've ever watched. He's still like a big Great Dane puppy too, not always sure of what he's doing. I really love to watch the sheer thrill he gets from being out there on the grand stage of finals footy. Can the MCG still hold 100,000 people? If so, they'll be there on Saturday. Logic says the wrecking ball that is Geelong will win, but I'm barracking for the Hawks since the Maggpies and Bombers have bombed out. I'll be watching round at the neighbours' place. Battered cat, anyone?
Friday, September 12, 2008
shadow got lost
cargo ships
containers
your shadow got lost
when you came through here
10 days ago
back on your way out to sea
cargo ships
containers
your shadow curls around my body
your arms a deadlock
I fought 10 days ago
laughing
wrestling
twisting
fighting
pin you back onto my bed
the wonder in your eyes
acquiescing
cargo ships
containers
lashed down with your will
the swell splashing in the strait
lurching 10 gallon drums
singing like whales
of fiery orange, yellow
banging in the north easterly
heading purposefully out to sea
but your shadow stayed here
belonging time
sleeping spooned with me
belonging time
as the sun
circumnagivates
our bed
containers
your shadow got lost
when you came through here
10 days ago
back on your way out to sea
cargo ships
containers
your shadow curls around my body
your arms a deadlock
I fought 10 days ago
laughing
wrestling
twisting
fighting
pin you back onto my bed
the wonder in your eyes
acquiescing
cargo ships
containers
lashed down with your will
the swell splashing in the strait
lurching 10 gallon drums
singing like whales
of fiery orange, yellow
banging in the north easterly
heading purposefully out to sea
but your shadow stayed here
belonging time
sleeping spooned with me
belonging time
as the sun
circumnagivates
our bed
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