Perth to Darwin ROCKS WAITING TO PREY BY THE ROADSIDESuntannedLolling by the roadside WaitingChilly windsCrack their faces Desert sunsCrisp their resolveSlowly movingInexorably toward the tarSlowly, slowly Times passNigh is nearSpeeding bigmouthsBeckonJeering as they pass EnoughResolve kindlesPushing forwardSlowly, in betweenCracks Smiles emergeAs they prey and feastFestooning forwardIn the black lightOf night BOABS ANDBLACK COCKIESSitting expectantlyWaiting for dark wingsTo alight Aged by sun and dustBoabs floatOn a sea of sand Dwarfed giantsBloatWith juices of the Black Gods Hawking coughsHerald arrivalsOf evening’s cackle Slowly settlingRoosting atopProud boughs THE ABATTOIRThirty yearsAges a park benchPaint peels layers of meaningRevealing Slowly the croc awakesOne eye opensThru translucent filmPeeringMemory unclouds Looker and the looked atLock eyes and mindsAtop a Boston Bun worldTurned turvey Drought decimatesSheep and shearersUnbondingEach going their separate way Travelling is a hiccupJumping from one lineTo anotherTranshipping Slowly the call for unityEmerges from drunken crowdsLed by gangs of michsFreedom, liberty? Have one on me! STROMATOLITESBillions of spawnOver billions of yearsMicrobial reefsSustaining life Coned and domedBiologically soundSitting in the sunSifting, sighing Laying in weightPounded flatSeas teaseSalt cries GRASSFIRES IN THE SKYDeep wells of mourningSunken, like eyes in a hooded cloakWaiting to gush Slowly rotatingBlinking light into eternityBasking in the fright of day Standing proudlyLooking forlornShe glowsNo longer virginal Stars,Like grassfires in the skiesTongues of flamesGirdled by kohl(Nouralgie Art Site, Kakadu NP, NT) FIRE IS THE DEVIL’S ONLY FRIENDFiends off fireBlackens the landsStrangling lifeFrom torpid grass Fiends fireBushes headlongToward the saddleSwamping the plains Fiends of fireScream in the lamentOf toasted pawsLavishing the chase Fire is the devils only friend TREESTrees pillaring the skyBowing under the waitOf a worldTurned upside down Trees pillowing the nightRestfully awakeningTo a moonBlood red Trees cushioning the morningAwaiting the onrushOf air heatingIn the furnace of day Trees capturing the earthFlexing rootsBetween soil, grainedBy time Trees praying for rainTo reinvigorate meaningIn a desert landAching Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading...