Here  

Are the roots and the rabbits

Here are the gulls, the creatures of habit

Racing the wood pigeon

Here is the grave Buzzard

Searching the grassy bed, for the bodies

Of the dead

Grave of heart, grave of bone

If he has a heart it is made of stone

Tomb stone eyes, that bury its look

Deep into the earth

Like the sea with a hook

And here is the cormorant diving down

Fisher of the undying lands

The greedy fish filled hands

Of the Sea

Catching the crab, beneath the rock

Cancer crawls and sidles, escaping

Grappling hooks, holds tight on

Pincers lock

Tiny molluscs, Whimberel,

Hermit crabs moving shell

Prawn and shrimp

Sea lice too, grown big

Like pigs in the rock pool zoo

Animal empire

The Sea is emperor

Flat holm Island’s umbrella

Shelters small fry

From the wild sea’s lair

Alzheimer's

Everyone is sorry
No one knows why
Like a ten ton lorry
Has fallen out of the sky

What is it that we can say
When words fail us
I am sorry I do not have the words
It is just the loss
Of so much we have worked for
Such an empire of dust
That falls from between our fingers
Dirt on the floor
In the House of Love

Carpets are swept up
Like a sea
Under the waves
Swim the Hippocampus ponies

King Fisher

poetry readings

Melbourne Botanic Gardens

In the Botantic gardens, the pleasure of wandering through
Dreaming lakes with a jumping gleam
Plants as wet as glue
Birds are talking pretty
The pavillion is dry
It is wonderful just to be alive
Even to breathe it is true

Duck migrate up gum trees
A female gardener Terry is busying green fingers
She is heedless to the falling rains
And in my mind hr attitude lingers

There must be many things Royalty has done wrong
But these gardens they have done right

A tree or shrub from every region of the world

Like a song of many colours
Or a tapestry of dreams

Like a fern of eternal furl
Or a precious pearl

These gardes make Melbourne City pretty
And can make a smile curl

The Wigwam Poem

In the Wigwam, ma'me
I met the Wigwam man
Too much to figure
The little horse got bigger
In the Wigwam, ma'me
The pig ham ram
They were big damn lambs
In the Tim-tam clan
I bite a shoe shine can
To clean my tooth line plan
Beneath a canvass caravan
With the Wigwam man

Sticks and stones may make my home
But words will never hurt me
Said the Wigwam
To the Igloo
Said the Huron to the Eskimo
Says the ice brick to the tree
You keep warm, but warm isn't free
When you're in wigwam town
Better get reborn
At the battle of Little Big Horn