Tuesday 21 April

I could take a trailer,
leave it all behind
I’m loving’ it
I’m lovin it

Let free wind in the window
Blowin’ us around

I’m lovin’ it
Lovin’ it

No-thing gonna stop me
Wai-ting for the end of the day
I’ll sing for my supper all the way

Oh yeah

OLD FASHIONED MAN

These days I’m much more aware
of doing my share
of the house work and the dishes
to make it easy on the misses
Takin’ care of the children
dropping them off at school
in the SUV parade
you know I’ve really got it made:

I work from an office right here at home
big long stretches of being alone
while she’s at the workface
burying bones
The days are great but something inside
itches for a horse and a carriage

I go dreaming back to a romantic life
where we hitch up a wagon
hit the trail and ride
and sit on a bench with tobacco and a gun
traveling on through that ol’ Wild West
lookin’ out for those Indians
just a Winchester
a Stetson
and a plain cotton vest

I could be a real man
the leader of the pack
clean shaven
living life on the edge
instead of tryin’ to keep pace
with the rough and tumble
of a damn mortgage
where life doesn’t touch me
it’s smoothed right down
looking through the mirror of manufactured perfection
I wish sometimes I was not a house husband
But just an old fashioned sort of man

SACRED TO LIVE

I’m like a rapper with this racket here inside my mind
I tune into the station but sometimes I’m fried
I want to change the station for a little while
but it just keeps flowin’
like a river to the ocean inside
there’s an ocean inside

I could be real cynical ’bout what I see
I could get hysterical about TV
is it all a joke?
should it all go up in smoke?
it keeps us entertained
but is there anything to see?

The media always seems to make things bad
reality TV should be put to bed
the cult of personality
Is bringing us banility
is it doing it for you and me?
it just fills my head and makes me

scared to live
scared to live
scared to live

The only place it seems that it’s safe to be
is a dessert in the middle of a far country
the air we breathe is so dangerous
the food we eat is all poisonus
no wonder I’m running out of hope for us
it taints everything I see
and makes me

scared to live
scared to live
scared to live

I lie in bed
and I’m left for dead
and the world goes by so fast
these images
are dangerous
to my psyche and my heart
and I’m

scared to live
scared to live
scared to live

Autumn mornings start to bite
have to pull those covers tight
bring you in even closer
it might be a nasty winter

Another perfect morning
for sitting on the verandah
tasting the colour of the morning

The sky is blue and the sea is green
and I’m getting high on my brown caffeine
it’s another perfect morning

Some people might search all their lives for what I got
don’t want to boast
but I’ve suffered a lot
to get to the place where I am
to keep running at the pace I plan
is gonna take all my life
but some people search all their lives

Are you afraid of Ghosts?
Do you hear their voices
Like tyres on a wet road
Whispering past?

When you find a new love
and you can’t believe it’s real
pinch your cheeks to remember how it feels
a jewelry box full of glitters and sparkles

Looking for Ms Average

Not looking for a perfect partner
or a happy ever after
I just want to meet someone average
average job
average car,
average age
no gliteratti magazine face
just want to meet someone average

someone dependable and strong
someone with who I can get along
what’s the point of having a model
if you can’t talk about something real
not that I’m saying they’ve got no brain
but the TV plays it again and again
and I tend to believe
what I receive from the truthful box
I’ve seen skin jobs
nose jobs
boob jobs
and leg grafts
I’ve seen all sorts of things’
on the television
and I believe most of them
but what we don’t see
comin’ out of the screen
are the average Joes like you and me

so I’m not looking for a perfect partner
or a happy ever after
just want to meet someone average
average job
average car,
average age
no gliteratti magazine face
just want to meet someone average

Sunday walk 19 April

An open door
leaks the sound of a vacuum cleaner
somebody doing there chores

The things you need
to get a life started
a Bed
a washing machine
A TV

you can sleep
you can wash
you can entertain yourself
fully self contained
I’ve seen two out of three on there street so far!

Crossing commercial
a woman with two small dogs
one like a chihuaua with hair
maybe it was
Later in the park
trees with bark like elephant skin
grey and wrinkled
are they elephant trees?
Now the rains have come
the grass has turned from brown to green
a welcome relief

Bricks around the changing rooms
at the gardens
swirling patterns etched in stone
fans that blow wind on Film sets
Black bricks that remind me of smiles
a knotty hole in the side of a tree
that reminds me
of a home for a possum

At the Vietnamese bakery
I Never understand a word they say
it shoots out like a machine gun bullets
and I just nod
and pretend I’ve understood

Right now it’s foggy
the air has a tinge of moisture and damp
and I climb into my car
ready to run down the morning

ON going on a date?

Is it about an exchange of philosophies?
and what you believe
trying to really see
how the other person thinks
your expectations and
miscommunication’s

TO PHIILLIP ISLAND

Loaded up with all my stuff
all my paraphernalia
as I go walking along the beach
with cameras and wallets and mobile devices
I’m just a tourist

Could a relationship be a bus tour
could you just be a tourist?
not a resident in a relationship?
famous sites, cameras, brochures
travel agents
both on and adventure
Have I ever really been to you?
are we both on an adventure?
let’s go to Africa
or Tanzania
be a big game hunter

An orange tree
with bags attached
flapping in the wind
to scare off birds
squadrons of birds
take off in formation
moving left and right in unison
Pelicans fly by
hovering tin the sky
wings steretched out like like 747′s
the jumbos of the air
bullrushes quiver in the wind
uncertain
the feathers going to and fro

sunset over the bay
water changing from
grey to silver
leaving a mirror along the shore
a reminder

waves wash in
soaking the sand
leaving a moustache of seaweed along the side
waiting for the next high tide
the sky becomes dim and orange
and you know the evening has arrived
as the lights stream from cars going past.

In your footsteps

Am I following in your footsteps
or are you following in mine?
It’s hard to tell the difference
our lives are so intertwined

Is this an idea on loss of individuality in a relationship?
Should we pick up stones
and throw them in the ocean ogether?
listen to the roar of the wild water
instead of our voices again

When did I stop being me
and you stop being you?
Who’s heartbeat are we walkig too?
Whose dream are we following

have we lost site of the big picture
maybe we need to walk
on long deserted beaches
and think about the future
embrace nature’s features
see what it can do to us
see if our souls can reach us.

How far away have we grown?
All this living in the city
crushing you and me
not where I want to be
just want a place by the sea
where you can be you and you
I can be me

walking in your footsteps
on these shifting sands
rippled like the skin
of a tiger snake

We fuss and fiddle with technology
sometimes it get sthe better of me
I want to step back into reality

Dogs have no fear
they just come up and sniff
they’ve nothing to lose
maybe we could all become dog people

IF you close your eyes
and walk along a beach
all you hear
is the flow of the waves and water
feet scraping on the wet sand
the wind over your ears
you can feel the sun on your eyelids
the pressure of the heat on your face
you can walk though a gate and hear it.

Pre Sunday

What if your partner is an obsessive compulsive what sort of relationship would you have?
Always brushing your hair
adjusting your collar
can’t have a hair out of place

Carved dragons outside the ‘T-life’ store
City is humming with the buzz of a pre-match crowd

A ballet dancer walks
with toes splayed out
Is it a learned behaviour
that has become instinctual?
and how does that relate
to our unconscious minds
and the things that we have learned?
Does it prove we can be trained?
The amount of effort required.
How stubborn we can be!
about not learning new things.

Sparrows at Southbank
pecking at the ground
on the tundra of ashpalt
I wonder what there is for them to peck at
no grubs or grains that I can see
are they just following the lead
of those green jacket Bell-birds
who have infested the eucalypts
along Sturt Street lately
waking up the residents
with that piercing tone
at all hours
again I wonder ,
is it instinctual
or a learned habit?

April 15

Scenario

A door held open for a younger woman
by some man
In the hope that something might happen
a furtive glance
a wink of the eye

A woman reminiscing about when she was younger
How it doesn’t happen anymore
Now she’s invisible
Is she in a nursing home somewhere???