stanzas from the post Jennings bible

i long to taste and understand
the open plains like the back
of a lover's hand. the map groove
i run my eye along like some
song of forgiven tears run dry
          two hundred million years.

exploring all the green nooks and
crannies i untie your serpentine belt
and imagine the lava tumbling down
my breath catching on crysolite showers
as we pan for sapphires and diamond
          between your laughter.

i read, divining though ancient fog
landlocked reefs the car revolving
on over the ploughed landforms
by giant hands you grip and shake
fatter minds than mine
          still, post-man, go on.

i step out of the landrover in
khaki shorts bearded and white limbed
resiliently March across the lithology
oceans of wine mixed with time
loud is the laugh as she slams the door
          never never forever shut.

Poem written on opening of the new supercomputer 'raijin' at the ANU

the supercomputer
 is squared and black
with neon openings

her warm dark body
 shades the room
we move in and out of her

step inside and she is hot
 steaming like the tropics
cyclones droning all around


her flesh of mesh
 and flickers of data entice us
to slide open her drawers

green diodes blink
 like dispassionate thoughts
in a lover's eyes

as cool water pumps
 between her hot circuits
mollifying her temper

you see
the lucid and banal can coexist
even in this

she digests the weather reports
 over and over
like a grandfather

if you ask
 you might find out
whole countries in her

we attend the fire
but her brain it seems
 is not meat for us

 in the furnace of the future
she might consume
 all the furniture 

old goat

chewing poemry like a cow
that old goat
might make a nice juice
on the plate herself, you say

a incidental hierarchy
from the lowest amoeba
up to the highest poetaster

we only eat the lower orders
out of respect

but my ethical dilemma is this:

when you mince those words
savoured fresh from the lip
is that the only quip
that saves you from the roasting fire?

an australian yarn

miss Gillard
traffic'd in intellect
was deposed by the
great imposter Rudd!

the dichotomy being
Rudd is Gillard undress'd
& re-adorned in plebeian
largesse with crankypants

meanwhile Abboat throw spoon
at both - an oaf! lick
youR Master's shoe
and behove or shove ooff-

in minisculia is multitudia
as sao is AUSTRALIA
hello? you wake up now?
country is run by remote cow

emergency measure
now we must endure
to ensure no more
arrive, be sure

probably *maybe

i believe..

i believe that i know
so:

here listen to past times
longago
men o woman o wisdom
say to me
"long ago long ago
past time
we did see
a great sun
shining clearly
over the sea

"and it fell
into the sea
like an egg yolk
from a celestial chicken
and boiled all the
ocean there
the flotsam came
later and washed
overus

"and great past
times past times
before that
i heard a dream
piped from afar
ay, it blew.."

/*cutout static remote
control changed channel
nuclear test fallout
bespattered plutonium
there hydrostatic discharge
microwaves soh-nic boom!*/

"..we the old ones
knew before there
was knowledge there
after is always such
knowing. believe.
the facies where the head
meets the feet
is where all is meet..

"boiled away brains
become one
with time and
fastfood asking questions
subsides into deep
throb of deep time
where we sleep
and wait
foreverafter.

/*microphone click off .ssklik
expanding cytoplasm ina
cut glass prism obsidian
scalpel metred obsession
the g'nome of reason
fast explodium*/

thank we for the present, the riches are all in our hands
&here today

flecktrum

society incised into

the bloated middle class succour mums

ambivalent to newish trends

and an elite mob

structured to risk take securities

bank bonds and play unfathomably

with invented instruments

divesting the erstwhile future

of unplucked bounties

*

sucked down

the plog-hole

ridiculed mental amusements

like st vitus' dance

st antony's fire. on phenomelogical

grounds. rendered useless

i bring the object of my reflection

closer and closer to me

until i splash into it

and drown

in wonderment

*

why does this dream

seem so important today?

my investment in it

might mature oneday into

an olivine pinprick

deep in

golf club gold hole a

prism behind the marble curtain

all new invented ways to stick the dick in

the masculine phenomenon

*

an inversion - something persian?

falafel deepfried icecream

camel hoofs might talk

on the all night box

delivering another round of newscast

unto the upper stratosphere

women's group of hair and

fingernails their tripping

into the soft skin of grapes, molasses

red wine and cheeses

*

a poor man's canute groat

goat came tobermory into

the infundibulum

don't please me send him away

they say, and blown him up

in an indescribable way pieces

of blood and schists mixd

in the sandstone doorway

to jaisalmer

and tears away in a hummbug

yesterday

like a gadfly, a speck, or nothing at all

*

gross stocks and trysts

thru a preamble to the descent

into decency - this is humanity

wiped clean off the dashboard

with a little antisemitic spray

frog golf buggies sand dunes

- they were just blown away -

all clapped out, a winked

think like thunder

on the distant lake brewery

of tomorrow's warcast

die

new year poem

the capacity he had to land knob end always up amused her
would its heat ever attain the melting point of lead?
in the chill quiet they stay alloyed together. brief spell
of rain marks the end of another year. (if
you roll the count forward as you progress, the year never ends)
the playful rascat's grating meow gets the door opened
i am holding a last few soiled eggs to my chest, reaching
out with one hand for the latch; but they slip and fall
so spills my wife's wages over the floor. i am too spent to
kneel down. This is the end of me for sure. the final sermon. Arcadia.
she might be there; the sticky one. I am bewitched by it.
she might be there - and yet hold the key. I am always looking
for it, even in dreams. The silken caress. The sauce has run out
and yet there is still food on the plate to eat. I am lonely.