a child's poem




  sunlight laughing on the water


        “ come and look at me ”


              “ thats better ” 


sunlights laughing and i am crying


             why am i crying?















strands of white beaches

ocean curls over the moon


death is the same as love















strands of white beaches

ocean curls over the moon

death is the same as love



i wrote this little poem years ago up at cape  leveque  in northern western australia which is rather beautiful and has very high tides
















walking into the dissolving dust

sky the blue in hieroglyphs

green streams of obscene dreams

aeons burst in a yellow star glow















honeyed clottings of attachment

sticky platelets

self is psychotic

who do we think we are?


a life adrift

there is no fault


we are disturbed by love















Oh difficulty!

mean bitch/I shall not call thee sweet.

beyond understanding -

thou reprovest me

yet what care I for that?

licking the sores of incapacity

humility is not sweet

a dusky tulip

or autumn leaf

half slicked with water.

she carries a jewel

- herself -













Oh difficulty!

mean bitch/I shall not call thee sweet.

beyond understanding -

thou reprovest me

yet what care I for that?

licking the sores of incapacity

humility is not sweet

















from the fish to the moon

no word of criticism


understanding is not

in the realm of love
















somehow essential

this fruitless giving















vast brown hills

silence in the distance