PEEL ME A ZIBIBBO

I could go
              in any direction 
but it�s best that        here and now
     I remain lesbian,
            keep my vanishing cream
  sealed.
                           I�ll go south       
   eventually
                    to  follow the sheen
          of your signals, 
                             in the meantime
     my problem�s       like        how to
              design a wall didact -
   serif or not�s 
                    a big decision

                   * 
     
                      it�s October so
    the bogong moths
                             are back
and the koels    -  the October 
                       crack of dawn racket -
         are back again too,
mauve jacaranda petals
         are stuck 
    on the windscreen wipers rubber

                  *

by now        the wall text task
             is impossible -  
                  application decreasing, 
                        attention span diminishing   -
             transparency       an aim,
     how coded the coding

                   *

imperfection in kindness 
              comes with the void,                        
   you need to
 	      choose 
 the �I�m feeling lucky� google option

                  *

drinking in the cemetery
          sounds like an early
   Nick Cave song
but it�s
          something-to-do,
                         it�s also the subject
       of  Paddy Fordham�s
                                drawing

                    *

should I start carrying
       my books
                in clear plastic bags
inside 
       my polyester document bag,
is this a solution ?
             16� centigrade 
             95% humidity
  what a precipitate place 

                      *

shouting Shakespeare aloud
     to the sea
           in Surfers� Paradise 
   in 1964      
            after hurling your body down
   fine off-white sand dunes.
now it�s 2006
     you�re experiencing thanatos
 high up on a Seidler balcony.
          if you are in doubt
                  (slurp over drinks)
      what gives the false poet 
                            such confidence ?

                        *                        

awake and refreshed
               tho with nothing on the page
     
                        *

             John T phones -
this cloudy gloomy 
                        early summer day
      is         �like the fifties�    he says.   
every day ? 
            miserable childhood ?  
photographic weather memory 
	       � la recherche du temps incl�ment

                        *

I was reading
         about the sweet potato farmers
                                 of Osaka
     living such long lives � 
                      nonogenarians, centogenarians -
when Kurt called in with his new book
                                Hyper Taiwan 
        Taiwan    -     it�s  �sweet potato island�

hi Kurt,                                   hi John T,
     hi Nick,   Paddy,        hi Shakespeare,
               peel me a zibibbo 
                                     would you
one of you guys ?

THIS & THAT
    (I cite myself)



Resting like a relic
   in a field of meaning -
push the rocks around
           for transformation -
gravel rash, scab, scar,
   all
 factors that
fall squarely.
                  (like that)

those well-known codes -
  public-private continuum -
a surveyor�s tripod clacks -
    the laneway, reduced
& framed,
is picturesque -
            even the rubbish
              appears artificial.

casual citations
     accumulate,
ballooning
   empirical tactics -
        o no          it�s
an index of anecdote

the hypermarket
    surveillance camera
       attempts its capture -
my nearly-beautiful
            every dream,
my artificial memory
                          daily.

disease, elusive entity,
  slithers.
pale gloved hands,
yet HIV negative.
  the milky
    ampoule�s contents
        swallowed -
waste management, the nightclub.

sleepless in a townhouse,
hours of
             zonelessness.
  (like this)