she is maker and destroyer. shiva and vishnu in one cute package
can’t decide whether she prefers building sandcastles or
smashing them down and after twenty repetitions
the castle becomes a head with seaweed hair
and cockleshell eyes until this is no longer
a challenge so she runs into the wind
and flaps her arms at her sides
and becomes a seagull
and flies away.
children parade home-made lanterns,
glow-worming their way along the banks
of the Torrens.
a helium balloon lets go of its child
returns skyward like Kaguyahime.
i blink and it becomes Tsukuyomi,
a full moon.
rob walker
i miss the rabbit
in your upturned fullness,
clouds swirling in
miso soup
i am an imperfect copy of myself.
xeroxed cells replicating fuzzily at the edges.
photocopy of a photocopy of a photocopy,
a kind of new year’s bad resolution.
i wouldn’t say i have one foot in the grave
yet sometimes worms nibble my toes (thanks Murray.)
some mornings I awake and my joints are stiff
but my cock isn’t.
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It’s coming up to National Poetry month so I thought I’d have a go at writing a poem every day. The poems may be incomplete or even rubbish but I think it’s time I applied some discipline to myself to squeeze out some more work! A-poem-a-day is promoted by NaPoWriMo.