Astronomer

Astronomer

The chronic terror of place and power
maybe we are all just planets
orbiting the sun of the ego
seductive trajectory past time and status quo

I was a school boy, I was religion
the Eros of my twenties desperate
not to play it safe
wisdom without hands to mime my journey

The call of the piper’s tune
to sex, to corporate, to buying the red dress
I once saw in a dream where I seduced you
the destructive manufacture of the game too tempting

It’s diabolical
that I could love you after seconds
time freezing like a horror film
What is love if not a human experiment?

A creative evolution
words adapt to the harsh environment
We are not twenty anymore, there is no booze or
equally senseless accident strong enough to unite us

you relapse apparently
losing what is left of your giddy faculties
The brain knows you’ve hopped off your bike
but the heart still sees you as a cyclist, a pacifist

Stroking your ornamental Jesus
you left me
for crown of silk ties and you’re just as silly
as your habit of decaying the obvious
into an elephant carcass, stinking up the lounge room.

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Lovers

I
Lip, bitten and fat
love slides off in hot water, you left
an empty pack of cigarettes
thinking so little
of dreams, plans sketched
out in night ink, the engine
of carelessness idling on
the rain drenched street
there was no room for circled calendars
you left
and I held
the door open for you.

II
Night’s a suit vest
stained with stars
we eat Thai under the lighthouse
wind chilling the bones
of conversation, an amputation
of true meaning, you push for sex
and I relent – the city lights
eat my heart out as the waves
white-wash noise covers the tell-tale
signs, I’ve a mind to keep you
but I always try to keep your kind
like a stick insect – so magnificent
so still, imitating a leaf.