'tween sea and sky
man and his tools
with hunter's eye
at peace
alone
finding
losing
renewing...himself

(sacred men's business)

it's late
can't sleep
mind restlessly slips
from thought to thought
caught in its own web
like a spider
in bed
stuck on sheets with its sticky feet
fleeting, flying thoughts
tease and sweep
within reach
tense turning
over and over
the covers crease while the overhead fan
scans the suffering scene
like a copters drone
or a huge insect, prone
hovering within reach

too much imagination is bad for your health I reckon!

here I lie
content
around me people
walk past
step over
talk
paint
the phone rings
voices chat
occasionally
I get a pat

Dedicated to the dog on the Art Centre floor
Warlukurlungu Artists - Yuendumu
www.warlu.com.au

it's on again, and again
its volume monotonously droning on
stories and people seem more and more
the same
I'm scared for my brain
memory recall seems to be going down the...
age to blame - nope I think it's just the TV

so here I am with the black box on my lap
on the couch with my man
uploading to my podcast, blog and checking my mail
next I plan to grab a little scrabble online
and give the grey matter a jolt
time to holt the backward spirallying
TV lame

(tried to get a game of Simpsons Monopoly going with my nephew but no batteries - shame)