
King Cobra … of the Red Centre
somewhere north of Oodnadatta
From him even the monkeys scatter

King Cobra … of the Red Centre
somewhere north of Oodnadatta
From him even the monkeys scatter

The Happiness Report
from the pagan haven
of a guarded and gated
sunny seaside resort
Machine tooled
from a block of concrete
Then deposited
upon a mangrove swamp
along a once pristine coast
Now a checkpoint
and a guard tower
cast shadows
across the lungs of nature
dying of tourist cancer

An English Rose in the throes
of a Time and Space Wanderlust
As scarlet petals
strewn upon the roof
of a Tardis in full thrust
Where beauty meets the beast
a bad wolf is howling
Waves of gravity rising
from an Eventful Horizon
Rose Tyler, the best of the best
Captain Jack Harkness could never
come between her and the Doctor
Even in the darkness of outer space

Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie
(edited) ~ by Bob Dylan
When yer head gets twisted
and yer mind grows numb
When you think you’re too old,
too young, too smart or too dumb
When yer laggin’ behind
an’ losin’ yer pace
In a slow-motion crawl
of life’s busy race
No matter what yer doing
if you start givin’ up
If the wine don’t come
to the top of yer cup
If the wind’s got you sideways
with one hand holdin’ on
And the other starts slipping
and the feeling is gone
And yer train engine fire
needs a new spark to catch it
And the wood’s easy findin’
but yer lazy to fetch it
And yer sidewalk starts curlin’
and the street gets too long
And you start walkin’ backwards
though you know its wrong
And lonesome comes up
as down goes the day
And tomorrow’s mornin’
seems so far away

“The voice of your brother’s blood
Is crying to me from the ground.”
Artwork: David B. Redpath ©2019-2023

Is she
beyond me?
Another love refugee
from behind a veil
upon a prevailing trail
that has led her to flee
My very being
wholly captivated
With me
will she be
totally satiated?
Is she soul free?
Is she emancipated
from the old man
of cruelest slavery?