Archive for September 2013

No Time, No Time, No Time   Leave a comment

No time, no time, no time
no time to bind
no mind to find
to line the pages
of my crime
to see
to feel
to heal
to touch
with hands so soft
no time, no time, no time
no time to sit
no time to wine
to meet and eat
to congregate communicate
to see that love so sweet
to be a crowd of two
I was she was
we were we weren’t
we could have been
if we had seen the
flaws of every scene
no time, no time, no time
no time to learn our lines
to live in time
this mind of mine
was out of time
and out of line
the veins we ripped
with anger stripped
in thunderstorms of rain
and pain and a hurricane
of bile and sweat and tears
the years, the years
no time, no time, no time
was this to be
the profane
the cocaine
the lidocaine
to numb the pain of
dreams and change
the words to flow
the heart to show
the chemical strain
the psychological pain
the never knowing
never caring
lifetime wartime
without peace time
of no time,
no time,
no time.

Posted 28/09/2013 by DarKarsean in Musing, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

He’s That Guy   Leave a comment

He’s not the guy
you ask for drinks
or to a party
He’s that guy you tell about the party

He’s not the guy
you ask to
help you move
He’s that guy who will help you anyway

He’s not the guy
who hangs around
too long
He’s that guy who always leaves early

He’s not the guy
who tells you
of his dreams
He’s that guy who no longer dreams

He’s not the guy
who loves out loud
and proud
He’s that guy who can’t remember love

He’s not the guy
who will forget to visit
when you are sick
He’s that guy you won’t even know was

He’s not the guy
sometimes
He’s that guy
all the time

Posted 26/09/2013 by DarKarsean in Musing, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

I Remember My Sister   4 comments

I remember her green 1930’s gangster car sitting in the backyard at Coragulac
and then seeing it rusting away in a paddock by the highway through the Stony Rises

I remember the bacon and egg pie that she used to make in that
little flat in Barnard St in Bendigo – it was not a quiche

I remember Hobart, I remember the house, I remember the cold water
Hobart was cold even in summer

I remember when she used to store the white vinegar in the fridge
so too did dad for quite a while after that hot day in Kangaroo Flat

I remember the way she would take off in the car from the traffic lights
when traffic lights turned green, it meant go, she always followed the law

I remember her leaving the glass plate on top of the car as she drove through Wodonga
considering the previous, everyone was amazed it didn’t fall off, except maybe her

I remember staying with her and John when mum and dad went on holidays, many times
I remember trams and swimming pools and old cars and motor bikes and visiting Aunt Marie

I remember on the way home from school, when I would stay with her in Bendigo,
the “spider” she would buy me every day, ice cream and lemonade, mmm

I remember Dover Heights in Sydney, her Friday night devotions, the view from the cliff top
I remember driving through Sydney, I can’t remember if Rob said she hit the pedestrian or not

I remember the food, the meals, the ironing on the end of the kitchen table,
if we didn’t need the space to eat, then there was no need to move it

I remember …

I remember her listening to my whinging when I was diagnosed with a cancerous kidney and then diabetes
“you’ll be right Ants” she said – and I was

I remember her spirit, her knitting, her spirit, her spinning, her spirit, her faith, her spirit, her love
Remembering is what we will do

Posted 25/09/2013 by DarKarsean in Musing, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

Away From   Leave a comment

away from
an opposite direction of
lacking synchronicity
with

where my soul is
before its time is
younger than its
body

watch my mind grow
in reverse proportion to
the number of days left till I
die

away from
an opposite direction of
lacking synchronicity with
life

Posted 24/09/2013 by DarKarsean in Musing, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

Race the Moon   Leave a comment

Travelling light, they raced the moon across the night sky.
When morning came, they rested under olive trees.
They scraped a shallow depression to where the earth was cooler.
Sleep would now be easier in the heat, they hoped.
As night fell they again raced the moon across the sky.
By the end of the fourth night they were now eight days apart.
If east is east and west is west, would they meet again
They raced the moon across the night sky

Posted 22/09/2013 by DarKarsean in Musing, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

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Spine cracks as
books bend back
palm press crease
moist tongue tips
finger and thumb
to fold corners
marking place
of leaving
or return
sit quiet
chair rocking
eyes drinking
alphabet sipping
book heart

Posted 19/09/2013 by DarKarsean in Musing, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

Words   Leave a comment

My words are gone
lost in a drought
evaporated
missing
drunk
dry

modest
little even
small maybe
they were okay
they weren’t great
But they were mine

My mind now roams
on overgrown trails
searching for my
missing words
I fear they
are gone

gone
for now
for ever
for today
for tomorrow
My fingers ache

Do I r sign my so l
fol ow my m nd
cl my ey s
lette mis
time e
de h

Posted 14/09/2013 by DarKarsean in Uncategorized

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