Currawongs eye
Colour of the desert wind
Colour of a star
Blame the seduction
You went off to fight the war
Speaking words of peace
Swept under the rug
Tiny treasures specks of gold
Waiting to be found
Forest of birds feet
The witches spiraling eyes
Scrys patterns in moss.
When I was a child
I could fly up to the clouds
Now my dreams are small
White ash on the ground
The only remnants of trees
As rain gently falls
The empires blue heart
Fills with rivers. Fills with streams
Till there’s nothing left
When I kissed her feet
Anointed with engine oil
Iconoclasts wept.
“I had to walk on the dead bodies, because the ground was too hot. I kept saying “Sorry” to them”.
A mushroom shaped cloud
Gieger counter counts the cost
A slow painful death
No stars out tonight
Bloated gum tree bleeds red sap
The world closes in
Fire that owns the moon
Breaks me apart at the seams
Warms me to the core
Propaganda falls
The wind dances blasphemies
Down the city streets.
small lies can cut deep
Like glass shards inside the heart
Reflecting ripples
Particles and waves
The church of the infinite
Makes me whole again
Guided by the stars
Listening to the silence
A planet lies there
Our entanglement
Constructing our own borders
To jump over them
When I was a child
I could fly up to the clouds
With witches on brooms
Eating Crab.
Waterfalls of light
Yellow tulips in my heart
Gaze in the wolves eye
I watch wings unfurl
The cicada is my muse
How she can stop time
Muddy up the lines
I don’t care how you paint me
You’ll mix your own hues
Death by firing squad
They turn and shoot the generals
Just in time for sport
Marys heart dropped down
How religion feared her sex
The day she met God
Heroes wear secrets
a spreadsheet of holocausts
no one is to blame
Catch a falling star
watch a spider spin her web
alchemise us back
The clouds crack open
hiding planets from the earth
drinking the cruel moon.
A circle of bats
They darken the lying moon
light behind my eyes
Smoke from his cigar
Rises up from his gnarled hand
Circles round the moon
Whispered in scriptures
Fire kept safe inside my mouth
Standing on her grave.
Through the shattered glass
Sacred dance becomes a march
Pounding on the earth
Birds sing songs above
Still and silent pale light cuts
Through the morning fog
A slither of moon
Dissapears in the tree line
A sunset red sky
A full empty shot
As blue as the rising yin
Time women were free.
we walk on the sun
Drinking in the starless sky
the moon in our hair
tears of hope and loss
One armed child plays violin
One child lost his speech
Hidden in the sand
The ridges tell the stories
Of empires brought down.
Princess and the pea
Moving layers tirelessly
To get to the source
Let the cool sand slip
Through your fingers to the ground
What you catch you lose.
digging holes in her
normalise the ecocide
And now here’s the news
Wake up unanchored
The beauty of forgiveness
Waves lap at the boat
Standing at the door
Nothing behind me but ghosts
Light shines through the cracks
Mask of the mystic
Danger comes when the mask slips
Into the ocean
Stubborn as a mule
Refusing to turn around
While the willows weep
No expectations
Not knowing what will happen
I let myself down
Built on dominance
Harming nature and ourselves
These systems must die
Smoke that carries me
Tells me how to heal myself
To be someones warmth
Breaking the science
Quantum Thinking breaks empires
Change is possible
Lying on the floor
Tears fall through the floor board cracks
Love will always win
Flying high and fast
Your image carved into stone
Beneath the creek bed
stretching out the time
full attention slows motion
whilst others glide by.
Bound with a tulip
He can never speak my name
As I wind the string
The last ones awake
Kissing drunk his spirit leaves
The abrasive moon
Jack boots on the stairs
may the air muffle the sound
of our life bursting
They called you broken
A forgotten artifact
Unearthed once again
I swim in your eyes
The same colour as the sea
The deepest of green
existing elsewhere
All she was I keep inside
coming back to life
Stars talk with mountains
Darkness finds the hidden nest
Baby crows are born
When others mould us
They squash us into boxes
Our art suffocates
My name is my own
You can cling to strings of me
Flames jump to the bowl
If I said a prayer
Unmake systems that do harm
love the natural world
States of surrender
follow your bewilderment
To the trigger points
