josef's Poetry Page

and we offer our own burnings
by the side of the road
piles of rubbish
blaze
and grass fires
in every garden
send twists and swirls of smoke
upwards
on warmer draughts
to join the haze
that fills the eyes
to the horizon
i can no longer taste
the burning forest
in my mouth
the smoke has become
the air
it has filled every place
with the knowledge
of borneo
burning

angel wings
angel wings
and petals
rose coloured with sunset
the stars
and moon
waiting
to slip into her eyes
like thought
or instruction
this is the way
the universe turns
not the machine
rotating gears
and planets
in eliptical orbit
but angel wings
and petals
rose coloured
the moon
the stars
her eyes

hook eyes
she catches offenders
with hook eyes
no lures
only time as bait
reels them in
to be filleted
before cooking
her words
heavy
with vinegar
and baking soda
very antidote
she demonstrates
her ways with flour
and butter
smiles crookedly
at the uninterested faces
gathered about her
and
separates eggs
white from yolk
like the red sea
but these will not cross over
and she is left
alone
on the far side

voices
voices
swept away like memory
children race
the wind
goose bumps and shivers
and faces
red in the cold
about them
a girl laughs
her head back
eyes the clouds
scudding across the broken blue
her hair billows and flicks
like a flag
a girl laughs
and her laughter
with the voices
is swept away
only her hair
points
to where it has gone