After the Grad Show

It seems we're gleaming into a great tragedy!
(Him and her and you and me.)
Bright- yes!
Laughing - yes!
(But always with this fine underlining of a bad end.)
My sad friends smile!
Lots of clueless losers win!
And then the clued-in winners grin in bearing loss!
This is the cost!
(Though I don't know what we're buying.)

Boy on the Train

Wide eyes fall like
shavings of

star

onto the
lap

connected to the
half-formed

folds

of shoulder

by long
listless

arms.

It is the
benign

bewilderment

in that otherwise
blockish
jockish
face

that is so charming

the embers
of a disarming man

burning.

havdrom

- woken - by rain
a strange man
closes the
window

Plucked

I plucked a hair from the
mole near your
mouth

beneath the lounge room lamp

You sat, good, like a
child
as I straddled with tweezers

tugging the wires with relish

You sat, still, like a
hound
snout raised to the domestic moon

my success met with a satisfied yelp

Your pitted mole
holed
as a blueberry.

There's a Strange Colour

there's a strange colour over my
city this evening
the leaves sit like plates
on its grey
breathless and still and yet
audibly heaving
a pause in the shift
from the day

there's an odd bit of God in the
air up here
in line with our
secondmost floor
as though we can know when the
end is near
and never fear death
anymore

The Line of the Man

the line of the man - half-
formed in this light - is
set like the mist around
stars - His
hair is an air of some heavenly
where - His
heart is a dark path to
Mars - His
mouth is the north and the south of
dimension - His
throat is the total of
time - His
shape and his mass are the fact of
maths - but

his
mystery

is
of

the
sublime

Customer

As I put the lay-by through
she tells me
she saw the gown in a drug-induced vision
after an operation
and knew
it had to be
hers.