off colour

 

I’m painting the house
the wrong colour

just a smidge
too yellow-based myurrrk
instead of the blue-based green
I wanted

the next coat will cover it
but I’ve got to use up this 15 liters

and each brush stroke is deeply
unsatisfying

I look back at the last few hours
of weatherboard wall
wearing the wrong colour

too much early

I hand a pre-dawn pocket of coins over

her industrial estate face-for-the-boys

she’ll sell fifty of these paper wrapped breakfasts before 7

thinly sliced pig, fried chicken fetus on
finely-milled bleached wheat
yeast-mixed, overnight baked
and sliced
and soggy pan toasted
and sauced

and I wash it through me with
roasted-bean infused water

and feel human again

(g)rug

 

the koala tucked legs
of squirm disturbed sleep
and grasp clenched fist

each child I consider
shaving this chest

 

to walk over there

it just became more and more difficult
to wear the responsibility of skin. never a glance

down a barrel aimed with shot
yet this is the modern loaded gun; glances
packed with distance

and sure you’ve got a clip
full of questions
questions

this timber bench seat has been painted dozens of times – so much sitting – the grass isn’t worn into tracks – the concrete path is wide – you could drive tanks full of handshakes and smiles down there

sorry isn’t sorry
if it sits down afterwards
sympathy feels wet and dripping
yet you’ve gotta carry something over there

what is the average weight of an accidental condescending comment? nothing
weighed against an attempt plus forgiveness smile, which is a collaboration

between two
arms folded
looking down at the same spot of ground
standing in a park in south brisbane

senryu #P

another attempt
the dashboard dog
shakes its head

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.

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Haven’t written much in a while. Happy to be playing with this short form again.

What if… ‘Eddie Gilbert Selected’

.        

     for the Australian xi

given a ticket of leave from the aboriginal camp

west of Brisbane

on a chaperoned train ride to Adelaide

instructed to

Bowl Fast as you can at England

there’s Jardine lying on the crease

                                                holding his head

Eddie’s boomerang wrist from a short run

Native Knocks-out England’s Captain Cold

 I reckon Eddie

 would have been first

by his side

to make sure he was alright

the next ball

a scorching yorker

England’s Bodyline Strategy in Shatters

 

Eddie hiding from headlines of himself

on the train back to Cherbourg

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This is a piece I wrote earlier this year after viewing the work of Artist Ron Hurley at Brisbane’s GOMA exhibition.  The life and cricket career of Eddie Gilbert fascinates me. I hear that The Sunday Mail has run a story about Eddie Gilbert today. There is also a statue of Eddie in full flight at Alan Border field in Albion, Brisbane.

one of those council parks

with boom gate entrance
secluded eucalyptus
tables and seats
sit empty in the shade
the carpark full

all the paths lead to themselves
rough pebbled short and bendy
past a struggling bottle brush

butcherbird and magpie
on the same branch of the ironbark
eyeing off the lawn for supple grubs

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