thinking Queensland (while in California)

mango moon
don’t go to sleep
I’m not finished with you


I haven’t posted in a while and found this among my haiku sketchings. Just something hot and sticky while I watch the mountains turn white here in Northern California.

all impromptu and barefoot

after putting the bins out
on the road

I take my daughter in my arms
and walk the trails behind our place

because sunset
has activated
the birds

and she says    Oooh
as our eyes track a large dragonfly

around the oak
high over our heads

a woman walks by

cute baby

and I must admit
she looks like one
who’d put her head down

don’t make eye contact
with anyone out here on the trails

but a bloke with a baby
in his arms
enjoying sunset

and the baby saying   Oooh
at the birds

squirrelI’ve moved to northern California for a year or so. It’s been
a big move but my family and I love it. I’ll try to post some poems
and photos a bit more frequently but there’s just too much to do here!
Hope you’re very well, wherever you may be.

Love always
Andrew Phillips

Andrew

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

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