A Day in the Life of a War  There is cherry blossom drifting on the wind, blossom which is pink-white and white-pink.

A Fireman Writes They breathe the same air, that's the worst of it. / They leave it wet, you can smell their exudate, / You can hear their castanets, their soft suede shoes

A Short Poem A short / Poem / Struts / On stilts

Camouflage    Shape. / And the clouds shape the phoenix / And are ignored.

Cicada Sun - a New Zealand poem -   In the cicada's season, down at the Cove, we watched / The long swell which banks the summer berm / In tangles of scintillating mica, cracked shell,

Coming Into Harbour - a meditation on the death of the writer's maternal grandfather. It has been days now, / With strangers in the house, / Their shadows / Changing on the walls,

Desolter  Lost amidst machines

Dreamscape With Giraffes  I am a search engine. / My landscape is XX erotic.

Fragments   She sang in the rain, contriving galactic anatomies, / Injecting her fur coat with ultraviolet bees.

Freeze Frames   A girl and a boy / Holding hands for public inspection.

Grafton In Spring    The winds pasture in the clouds; / The earth breathes:

Helen of Troy    It is night. / Lofted above the whalesmoke waves of Ocean,

I Am A Television Set My cardboard has corners. / My orgasms are shaved by a toothbrush. / I will pipe you a music of / Gouged shoecream marrons, of / Peppermint munitions, of / Koizumi haircuts, of / Hedgehog genocides and

I Remember    I slipped my kiss into your naked mouth. My hands

Making Peace With Bombs   We are feeding the children with promises / We are making peace with bombs

Men Without Amnesty - a poem about torture and torturers.  They are masters of the smoked-glass stare. / They may be untutored men, / But they are well-versed in the scholarship of pain.

Monsoon - Delirium's downpour / Swamps the tides of evening. / Gin sets lips to champagne. / Night sweats; pearls of sweat / Squat in armpit and crotch.

Nine Steps to California The sky is a block of body ice. The flashlights are violet, questing. The gnarled white trees are

Petition for a Flat Earth My lords and ladies, / I am a poor man, / And a humble man. / My hand feeds myself, / Clothes myself, / Heals myself. / I know only one need / Beyond my own sustaining, / And so I make my petition: / Give us a flat earth.

Poised Between Limbo And Gauntanamo George crawled into his hole, / Wet with blood, / Smiling. / The reflected zero

Proze Poem Take an image and imagine ... imagine a poem poem imagine a ... I'm thirsty ... imagine a waterfall poem poem imagine the machinegunner blank behind sunglasses

Sex Metal   Sex metal zex metal zow metal zap metal - / Look, George, look!

Snails Snails / Groove on rain / & lettuce sandwiches ... / if God / was a lettuce sandwich

Somewhere Far From the Sea  It is a cold day but the fat boy sweats, /Giggling his jowls to bouncing blubber,

Sonnet - (Gull Flight) - iambic pentameter poem - Through long hours the flare rippled flame / On harbour waters shoaled with light

Still Life    Sits on his bed with his five mates round him, / Fresh from the pub,

Sun Poem Sheltered by concrete / Sufficient against nuclear attack. / The sun is a wet rag, breathable.

Test Pattern    Limp meat and a hangover / Slumps in the living room; The test pattern sucumbs to soap and suds,

The Death of Nestor    In Pylos, old man Nestor grins: too often. / Nine battlefields creak in his kneecaps.

The Death of Patroclus    Now it is noon. / At apogee of light, defined by sun, / Patroclus finds his own apotheosis. / He is man no longer - bronze. / And Hector likewise - a rumor in the dust.

The Face Fearful - a hypochondria poem - The ground is a tract of infection. / The sun streams with X-rays, / And a tumour floats in the orange juice.

The fireworks are numb. Their vocal chords are gelatine / The car is combusting, combusting, combusting.

The Kraken Wakes The little silver fish / Scatter like shrapnel

The quality of glass is light. Her touch is vanilla.

This Working Life Gouged by alarm clocks, harassed / By the feathers of soap. / Her face slips sideways. / The newspapers are preaching giraffes.

Tonga - medical aid mission Shrill antennae of hurricane / Worry the roof. / The spray drifts in the wind. / Yesterday, I swam / Adrift in the sponge-bath sea. /In the laboratory, / Clotted blood and faeces -

Trojan War - selected poetry poetry related to the Trojan War with commentary.

very short poems - includes:-

The Fish
Van Gough
Sunflower