Thursday, December 31, 2009

Lizard

The rays warm the rock
Where I lie, blinking
Mercilessly streaming
Where I cannot move
Transfixed by inertia
My tongue flicking
My brain thinking
Shooting off, chasing
Dreams and imaginary schemes
Returning exhausted from the hunt
Gasping for water and relief
From the lizard's lot
And my insomnia

31.12.09

Friday, December 25, 2009

Our Christmas Photo

Merry Christmas to all our family and friends.  

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Monday, December 21, 2009

Stately faux art deco


Chatswood Chase.  

Frontline


Stealth was the name of their game
In probing choppers they came
Landing, occupying, taking blood
They overwhelmed us swarming
Our defences crumbled stood
Resistance was futile 
Our casualties were heavy
I cowered  beneath my sheet
Trying to be invisible
Lying dead still
A casualty of war
While they flew missions overhead
Probed and sucked the lifeblood from the
Living dead
At dawn they lifted off
In a cacophony of energy
Gone !
Peering out from my hiding place
I made my weary way
To the sickbay
Bleeding from my side

Damned mozzies !