Poem 48

i garden

you sea

hey, amaze

me

such sadness

like a frame

of an animated movie

the clock that

runs backwards

went forward

i should have

been there

but the fever

come

prostrating me

whilst

the chocolate fudge

freezed overnight

and the flowers were

thrown

to the lark

passing by

farewell

Poem 47

If there is money

There is!

Do you have a bag of it? 

If so, send it over

And then?

I would gamble it at the Casino.

Or did you thought I would re-release the record?

And then?

I would invest in the Stock Market. 

And re-release the record.

And would buy red sandals 

And then? 

I would marry a Sailor

And visit Prague 

And would play the tambourine

And then?

I would plant a cherry tree

And swim on a cloud

And would run with it

And then?

I would comply, but No

And, instead, sleep

And would photograph a memory

And then?

I would write a song

Yes, that song

And the band would play it

And the dogs would bark

And then?

I would ask you "and then?"

And spiced the leaves 

And would take the train

And then, you would ask me,

And then? Then, ... then, I would go

And smile and be me

Art Inspired by Instagram photos of Ursel August Creative Residency's garden. Florbela

Florbela

Josef

Ursel August art residency:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Ursel-August-art-residency-567628343718668/

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Art inspired by Waves of Anzac part of Mick Harvey's new album.

The Wasteland I (barley, red wine and watercolour on paper).

The Wasteland II (barley, red wine and watercolour on paper).

The Wasteland III (barley, red wine, crayon and watercolour on paper)

The Wasteland IV (barley and red wine on paper)

The interview with Mick Harvey about Waves of ANZAC/The Journey can be read here: 

https://mondobizarremagazine.wordpress.com/2020/05/27/mick-harvey-waves-of-anzac-the-journey/

Poem 46

he looked and looked

traveled the seven seas

and the five deserts

for forty days

from nineveh to ashur

after a shower to put out

the fire of tornadoes

rattling the earth

unresting the soul

quietness eluding him

through mountains and plains

further and further

from silence, numb

uruk and ur in sight

lawrence on the bend

blue eyes turned black

skeleton, crow, crocodile

disjointed movements

demons singing lullabies

praising you

on the road to damascus

trick or treat

a russian roulette

of pomegranates

handmade in tails

of sorrow

Poem 45

Lust is always right

Demanding jealous mistress

Never ending want

Saturday I am out

Sunday you have the kids

The good seed, long dead

We all long for it

Deny it while sober

A few bourbons later

We cry for it

on a friend’s shoulder

Saturday I am out

Sunday you have the kids

The good seed long dead

No favourites, you say

Just Jenny, Mandy and Mary
Dancing

In the rear mirror

Of feelings

Saturday I am out

Sunday you have the kids

The good seed long dead

Yellow, blue, grey

Matching jumpers

Desire in a ramp

Bouncing back

To those golden days

Of imperfect perfection

A shotgun wedding

With the rule of law

Saturday I am out

Sunday you have the kids

The good seed long dead

Fallen curtain, hidden veil

Muddy waters, sweet twinge

Balacing the tightrope

Of day and night

Raised eyebrows

Unfruitful search of mellow

Evenings riddled with

Joyfull seeds of lust

Poem 44

no more parties
I dreamed you were
an aeronautical engineer
careful not to trip over
everything you're trying
not to feel
we danced till the end of life
the garden enclosed
behind the hidden gate
bittersweet, the message
two fold
she found grace, you say?
an angel on your shoulder
sideways on the underground
79 tulsa, bang the drums
no more parties
we danced till the end of life
upon my bed
red poppies, remembrance
of a bygone summer
jumping rail tracks
in sailor shirts
laughing
on the fire escape
you do the dishes, I vacuum
my red guitar, contentious
you were
in the garden at midnight
nightclub outcasts
no more parties
or parades
death, lost innocence
blue eyed boy, forever still
in a postcard
we danced till the end of life
your friend seated on your lap
for him too no more parties