Beguin

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The way your freckles danced and winked
at my droll teenage wit
and how your yellow fringe ensnared
one eyebrow raised to quiz
Remember how your tingling spine
synced to a Hendrix riff
you played me Chopin’s Polonaise
with graceful flicking wrist
Those warm pink silly earmuffs
gave winter walks a hue
bikini blue was cheeky you
though you blushed de rigueur
Your warm palm always on my knee
when driving Dad’s old car
soft leather seats whose creases kept Continue reading

Fire Art

That troglodyte I egged him on as quizzically he held
The brand that fell from cavern hearth just as a quake occurred
He focused on the smoldering tip, brow furrowed, stick upheld
I screamed out in my voiceless dream and magically he heard.
He took a sheet of withered bark and peered as if amazed
Then with the firestick in his hand he drew across the grain
With one more geometric stroke a thickened eyebrow raised
As there before his startled eyes a crooked cross was stained.
I bellowed, woke and all the blankets from my bed were cast
I’d seen the perfect pyrographic act my dream had urged
A fire now blazes in my blood to learn and use his craft
It’s in my DNA, our genes through double helix merged.
I still can sense his firestick though I use electric brand
I drew another cross today, his touch cloned in my hand.

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Refoulement

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Australians all let us find voice
For we are being deceived
Our country’s politicians foist
Their scorn on refugees
Send Tamils to Sri Lankan camps
Like Jews of history
On UN stage, the world will rage
But blame not Aussies please
Our politicians act for selves
Ignoring of our pleas
I need the watching world to know
THEY DO NOT ACT FOR ME

Shakespeare Today III

Introduction:

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:

(Shakespeare, Sonnet 30)


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While writing plays for public approbation
On youthful lovers or a woman’s temper
My whole life I have hid my real vocation
For my true calling was to be a jester.
For Seinfeld I’d with much ado play George
Or even be straight guy for Ray Romano
I’d swipe the stool from under Victor Borge
Ventriloquize with Yorick’s empty cranio
Rude Sarah Silverman – I’d tame that shrew
I’d act the ham – let Russell Brand be droller
Midsummer nights with Tina Fey would cue
Crude jokes about my codpiece from Ms Poehler;
Perchance to pilot on prime-time TV…
To flee or not to flee to comedy?


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See Naples and Die

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In a damp Naples lane
a young Dutchman grown old
keeps his eyes to the ground
for the day’s glinting prize
of a bright orphaned coin;
his bottle is brimful
of love’s hurt and loss
stirred to venom within
as he lies down and squints
at a void dark and vague
that resembles the graves
of his catacombed heart;
and the billboard above says
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The Ballad of The Septic Tank Tomb

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The Saint for whom the place was named
Forsook their dirty souls;
Their mother’s sin for birthing them
Now barred them from the fold.

They sat apart and cried their tears
They knew their shameful state, Continue reading