Bonsai Poem
I’m
just a bonsai
I change -
watch me grow
not too much
~edit~
but enough
s t r e t c h i n g ,
change shape -
~paste~
patient nurture
tend and care.
~cut~
reader
keep me
from
~paste~
brutish
hands.
~snip~
June 25, 2008 - Poem about Words
Overheard Conversation #1
Bring on the trumpets
that’s what I heard
so she said to us stood
in the corridor like edges
each like a continent.
without joining,
we paused
we saw her smile
that’s what we saw.
saw the smile moving
spreading like a silk parachute
stretched below moonlight.
without moving
we applaud.
I thank no-one
who thinks I am no-one
but maybe she means more to me
more than just this memory,
flying a kite just got harder -
and who wants fists of twine?
Without thinking
I’ll move on.
June 20, 2008 - Poem about Friendship
The Beehive
It’s where
the weirdos go
so say the locals -
a hollow wedge on the hill
crammed with honey dancers -
James Joyce meeting Man Ray,
Kubrick speaking Rumi,
Australian vocal adventurers -
entertaining the freaks by proxy
and someone woke the weary out the back
smoking with the Russian
new modernists keep on with their delight
post-ale thinking around a book
or two or maybe more.
Time is inconvenient,
Ah. Nectar!