It was a blustery night here in Brisbane, but Cindy ‘the girl with kaleidoscope eyes’ Keong and Ashley ‘pink galaxies’ Martin found the light in their own neck of the woods. And as always, filled me with their joy! This week, I riffed on a darker theme, but hopefully, there is some light in there for you (at the end of the tunnel)…
I know a guy who saves twist ties
and collates spare threads that come
with his new shirts. He despairs that
I am careless, giving away
what might be wanted later
like a favorite lip gloss,
a particular one
applied without friction
to the outlines of my mouth
plumping them into a bow
as we go to the carnival
he will take his cotton candy
home. I watch the girl spooling it
around the stick, pink galaxies
a planet or at least a moon
I sit at the desk and shuffle
papers all about me.
The casuarinas in the park
reach out to find their place
each bough hiding the face
of a woman waiting to be kissed.
I sketch on the back of a letter
a girl lying alone in the forest
a child bride sinking into green
foliage – wild dogs and devils
slow dancing around her.
In this world men lower hats
just enough to see the scream
and boys like jaded salesmen watch
as if everything is happening at
the wrong end of a very long tunnel.