If only you knew,
What it takes to be me
Hours to iron out the wrinkles
Minutes spent tying up shoes
Memos to help me remember
String around the finger so I don’t forget
Post it notes are everywhere
But I haven’t found it yet
Where I was to begin with
The weeks go by so fast
January at the top of the page
Isn’t that Santa going passed
Puffs of dust about my feet, walking to the house
Eyes upon curling colors of paint, hearing that
Was once there, seeing people who once were
Among sounds and shadows of this proud house
Memories, thoughts, laughter, tears and fears
Echoes bounce around the halls and walls
Fading slowly into time with walls crumble
Stumbling amongst the rotten floorboards
Standing, looking back until it appears that
The house is just another shack amidst the
Droughted paddocks and gnarled trees
Finally disappearing, never a part of life again.
Clear blue sky, haze, baked cracked red ground
Puffs of dust swirl, leaves roll down the road
Creaking signs, stretch of iron in the heat
Swish, the fan moves the still hot air, flies buzz
Water slides down the fridge door, motor hums
Sigh, wind comes, behind clouds drift, dark grey
Sweat trickles down, more clouds come, wind moans
Signs bang, joints of iron creak, dust fills air
Still, dense, soup, metallic nose, crack of light
Crash, puff of dust, spots on ground, sweet smell
Thousands of hob nail boots crash upon rooftops
Mute becomes voice, water crashing down
Mud, rivers along the ground, puddles, leaves swimming
Still, quiet, cool air, birds waken, cacophony
Frogs sing, thick air, sweat runs, mosquitoes call
Passes by another summer’s day
Tick Tock, variety being the spice of life
Dreams bring hope, future, seen in visions
Quiet, water flowing, clouds pass, sun shines
Repleteness, calm, friends, paradise, song
Visit, stay a while, fly among the stars
Scenes to view, Billies to boil, cuppas to share
Embraces, handshakes, languages, lamingtons
Knowledge, education, mine yours, building
Sorrow, faith, steel, cement, bridges, gauntlet
Smiles, plants, pyramids, atlantis, deities
Art, science, belief, fantasy, dragons, astronauts
Black to White
Flying Elephants
Us.
I saw him standin’ alone
Hair white, eyes sad, no-one else
He spoke, stood tall, looked around
Walked away, this one proud and tall
The medals alone there on his breast
No-one else to see the respect
As he stood tall amongst the names
Forgotten, booze not hiding the pain
The sounds, the roar, the blood and more
Where does it go when they come home
The feather, the hate, the disgust
No friend, no family, no legs
Where did they go the ones before
The love and child with the guns and bombs
They thought they were good and would win
But caused the drop of the sun with war
There is no-one left now there or here
Who gives a damn or even cares
No tears, no shame, no cause, no pain
We don’t know him or his mate
