The permanents have gardens, annexes & pets.
Transients and harbingers of loss stumble inside
their van's rented confines; blind Sahdus mumbling
back to beginnings, they avoid bonhomie & prying chat.
Unsung moons bay in their heads; shrunken worlds
unlocked by keys clanking against outsize metal tabs.
Laminated instructions gleam on Besser – leave basins clean,
don't bang dustbin lids or pee too loud in the midnight bucket.
Keep your TV low. Show consideration.
Traipse to the ablution block each day; neighbour
a breath away. Get used to counting six paces
to the door, the van's slow sink on deflated tyres,
life slung between Hill's Hoist & a jacaranda tree,
centre park showering blue.
Fragments for a Lover
(after Sappho, fr 31)
It seems to me that your absence...
sharpens [all] breathing.
Constant shadow. My mind swells, shifts.
Outside myself a scream...[arrive]
tentative touches slide...my shoulders.
Sand, earth,.. [forest], this couch
knew the weight and length of you.
Fingers [strummed]...my spine...a lyre.
All bones feel snapped...[shrunk] to an infant's size.
I shriek for the snivelling to stop, [proud] of my strong...
Stop time! How dare you offer
...[brutal] gift. My darling you have gone...
...my chest ripped...
I pretend sleep, listen ... [voice]
...palms creased from gathering...
Grain, pebbles, leaves ...
[...] visit me sometime...
Your heart's coded. I can't crack the cuneiform,
the hieroglyph. You would defeat Bletchley Park,
by-pass thousands of deciphers. I'm hustling for clues.
I dial-a-dud-code, throw rocks at an abacus, hire safe crackers,
dumpster rustlers, cattle thieves, finger swipers
& born again clairvoyants. I consult the maharishi
of itchy digits, create methods to prise apart the chambers.
I'll video my crack-up, sell downloads to MTV,
adorn facebook, tweet the twitterers. I'm pumping iron,
shooting up steroids, bench-pressing, eating medicine balls,
gaining strength for my passion-heist. Night. The time is right.
Surveillance cameras watch as I rip your access-code apart,
& light-finger your Fort Knox love loot.