Sunday, May 17, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Sunday, March 01, 2009
on the beach
capsized cage
black panther spilling
under moon's sullen cloud
beach and sky are one
moveable calligraphy of paws
smell of burning canvas
tail rope whips wet clawed
fur imprinted sand gleaming
wave goes out
she leaves the beach
legend
black panther spilling
under moon's sullen cloud
beach and sky are one
moveable calligraphy of paws
smell of burning canvas
tail rope whips wet clawed
fur imprinted sand gleaming
wave goes out
she leaves the beach
legend
Sunday, February 22, 2009
transient and nomadic

A couple of days ago I had to go into Fitzroy and I was socked to find that the Night Cat wall, which used to be swell mash up of black and white work including the razor sharp Scythe Does Matter, had been taken out. Apparently some official mural is going up, or advertising, because the space is all marked out. Rotten loss to freeform street art though. Miss the Dylan that had been lurking there for some time.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
New Year's poem
darkling – do you know
the moth whose
sandalwood wings
wait for the moon
has your eyes on them?
do you know my pens all bleed in your house
and then repair themselves?
and that this dark knight son
was sent to be your protector?
(he will save you
again and again.)
you know
this vertical beach you sleep in
whose blocks are sleeping dogs –
do you cut your hair so this can’t tumble
from its turrets? (ha!)
(a rain of Rumpelstiltskins.)
do you know your beauty’s
more immutable than
bone and skin can catch?
your words, indestructable?
we your lovers love you,
expanding the chambers of all our hearts.
do you know you’ve
turned this New Year’s Day
into a storm of butterflies?
do you have any concept of this?
believe me!
a secret.
you
are
perfect
the moth whose
sandalwood wings
wait for the moon
has your eyes on them?
do you know my pens all bleed in your house
and then repair themselves?
and that this dark knight son
was sent to be your protector?
(he will save you
again and again.)
you know
this vertical beach you sleep in
whose blocks are sleeping dogs –
do you cut your hair so this can’t tumble
from its turrets? (ha!)
(a rain of Rumpelstiltskins.)
do you know your beauty’s
more immutable than
bone and skin can catch?
your words, indestructable?
we your lovers love you,
expanding the chambers of all our hearts.
do you know you’ve
turned this New Year’s Day
into a storm of butterflies?
do you have any concept of this?
believe me!
a secret.
you
are
perfect
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
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