pink notes

5

thanks to Cunningham we can cross. we can drive

through what must have been almost impossible

to trek, on horseback or on foot. we can move

into an unknown west, heading through clouds

with homemade sandwiches, a thermos and a map

6

in his yard at every chance. is he working to prove

or disprove luck? hard work made asset rich and not

just another Asian immigrant. from the house behind,

can i say how much pleasure i have, watching his

beautiful garden grow on the Deep Bay waterfront

pink notes

3

the wireless internet drops, the journey's

pulse is smaller with a night light

and a book, we're snug and spooned, and

sex is rocked, arched, in a small bed

where bodies find no better place to hide

4

a mountain doesn't wake beneath each

varied sky, and, though, the rocky mounds

shape lips, today, Sleeping Beauty lies

unmoved by myth, or image, that

rocks are somehow kissing clouds

pink notes

1

touch this end of the sun, a glance on fern shaped

weeds beside roadway bends, fuchsia tops sprout

from gravel, clay dust and the highway's sealed grey

bloom turns rainbow blurs of light, i camera,

these engines moving faster than dark

2

barefoot in Cygnet, wait in the car, keep the window

down so the smoke drifts out, "why do i talk so loud"

says one as they laugh, on the footpath, beautiful

cheeks flushed, it's so un avant garde this art,

wears beanies and scarves and youth

changes

I have been moving over the last week. And for the next two weeks, will be on a road trip of sorts with Ray. Southern Tasmania will be our end (new ) destination.

We were wanting to make this move for some time and both feel really good to be in the middle of it all now. We've sold our house in Queensland. This aspect is just starting to sink in.

My email has changed because I have no landline and for some reason, probably, I will need to attend to changing things on the blog. In lieu of fixing and fussing with it during the journey, I'll just post my new email here: lawaller{at}hotmail{dot}com

If you can't make comments, just drop me a line. I'll try to post something when I can.

Wish me/us luck...

one thousand more

I have been dipping into things slowly, clearing my head for other things, learning to notice...

...the fumbling edges of idle moments.

one thousand petals to toss

It's a good time to come back for a little while.

Did you miss me while I was gone? Found so much on.

Small details load don't they? I've kept up with favourite

blogs, just not my own. A wordless offering by way of...

flow chart sopranos

geodesic angles/cache of goods

flaw personality on talent

rising in water

failed sacks words

air bubbles flow as if

in errant purpose

speak rivals stay

concrete feet steady

stay down

sing these bad stains

ill-fated and sweet

orchestrations

mulga

for Michael Sharkey

sage prof he said

more should get out into

it’s not about where

once you’ve been

places rate

heading back

notice years, that thing

only, just, not scenery

where the thing is set

rubbing my head off

burn notebooks

finger another lift

ash wind, scatter it

it comes back