Chomp on a stick

looking to the right and left
feeling a snowball melt on my finger
eating mushy peas and steak pie
bread dripping with Humus
skiing down main street
weaving down main street
avoiding pedestrians, cyclists and prams
'look at him Mam'
'yes, strange isn't it darling'
a number 9 pencilled on my hairless head
scooting for a schooner
filled to the top
I soon found one and necked it down
tasted lovely
sausage on a stick peeking out
chomp chomp


The bastard

its got me again
the bastard
snuck in under cover of a headache
the bastard will not leave me alone
there is no me
that is the rub
see this
it disappears by itself


Orgasm

home again at a quarter to two
see my honey through and through
rip off her nightie
clasp arms round her back
carry her laughing off to bed
fighting and grappling we roll to one side
back again and over and over
entering her finally to a scream of delight
in unison we approach a joining as one
rhymically grinding together
sweat pours
sounds scream
Oohhh
we hit ecstasy together
become one with each other
one with all
for a single moment


In silence there lies truth

my head pounds
a tank crushing all my sensibilities
who am I
who am I
mind jumping in to answer
go away
you have no answers
only confusion and ignorance
be you gone I say
look at the question
it has no answer
no answer which can be said
in the zone of time and space
see this
with no mind
with insight
the answer is there
all around me
in silence
Truth


Eat , sleep, shit

crushing the fallen mind
ego is no more
light brought in has illuminated the darkness
causing it to flee
having never truly existed
watch for the traps
laid out for the unwary
no doer
no object or subject
simply truth
eat, sleep, shit
do not concern yourself with anymore


Film

fuzzy lines flicker on the TV screen
I move to switch off the video
film has ended
gunshots, bloodshed and the hero winning
fade to black
so ends filmic life
smiles, hugs and tears
caught on a moment of film
stepping outside into the dark of night
we know it is not so


Australia day in the park

Sunday
sun shines down gloriously outside
green leaves preening themselves
looking there best
welcoming all who pass
wafting fruits of mystery over
look a child has stopped
seeing what his eager parents miss
come on, we'll be late
he stands and smiles
they cannot see what he sees and pull him forcibly on
he fights but goes
happy and smiling within
Sarah, Trish and I busy ourselves with breakfast
cereal for all
Sarah and I the same
cold milk
trish likes it warm
showers, dressing, hats and sunscreen
going to be another hot one
tennis final on today
tape it
put on the timer
slowly move on down the drive
borrowed car
trish was in a smash on Monday
luckily no damage to my darling wife
car a mess though
towed away for repair and to be baked in a huge oven
waiting
waiting
sat on a green bench on the platform waiting for the city train
one goes the other way
is this ours daddy
no darling, ours goes the other way
train comes
sat opposite an old duck and her daughter or friend
trish chats with them
off to the city for he Australia day parade same as us
chatter
yes I used to work there
did you
lots of factories around this spot
made me redundant
did they
maybe take me back on
want to work again
not really but I will, need the money
chum, chum, chum
flinders street
last stop
we disembark
trolley in hand with Sarah
look at these crowds
hundreds of people
ten o'clock in the morning just in time for the parade
we scuttle to the bottom of Collins street next to the town hall
corner of swanston street
police keeping everything in order
the parade begins
Sarah is laughing and happy
people from different communities
Spanish, Indian, jazz bands on mobile stages pulled by trucks
Chinese dragons, 6 of them, clanging their way down the road
Sarah, hands over her ears because of the noise, follows their progress
dray horse
huge, with large white feet, drops a load of crap on the road
ooh, kaka, daddy, see that
marchers have to avoid it
stepping around it but keeping in tune
bringing up the rear comes the heroes of the dandenong and peninsula fires
the county fire authority
red truck followed by red truck and more and more
sirens blaring in tune trying to outdo one another
favourites of the crowd
largest cheer
heroes one and all
parade finishes and crowd disperses
we amble on up Collins street past old, stately churches
how beautiful they look this fine sunny Sunday
Trish sees a craft fair at the top of Collins where we used to see the movies
at the Kino
lets go in here for a bit
she cannot resist a craft market
we go in and wander around, taking coffee and cake to rest our legs
up and down in the glass life with Sarah
stopping and not starting, having to get in another one before the first one works
we leave
top of the road across to Treasury gardens
RACV Australia day picnic in the park with old cars lining each path
beautiful old vehicles lovingly restored by proud owners
stages everywhere
we sit and watch some old time musos keeping us all entertained.
Ice cream washed down with coke,
dancers performing on black stage right on the grass
Sarah is enthralled, she loves dancing
always performing in the house, ballet, you name it
enrolled in ballet class
she will love it
moving around as the sun heats up
rock and roll bands rock the audience
we have had enough
time is rolling on
a walk out the park, through the city streets to our favourite Chinese
nam loong
grab a takeaway, walk back down swanston street to flinders and the train home
guy in a g string showing arse and bollocks with crash helmet
sits astride a huge unicycle
will he fall
looks like it
how can he stay up there, but stay up there he does
rocking and rolling
tilting this way and that but not falling
he lights a taper near his bum
cfa fire engines still nearby and give him the siren
laughing crowds watch expectant
as he blows huge farts out his arse ignited by the flame
blowing this way and that
cheers
he drops and survives
passes around the hat
we have nicked off though his act deserves a good reward
past more stages
will it never end
sat at the station
heat beating down and train not for twenty minutes
it goes by
we are happy
a great day out with Chinese for tea and the tennis taped
the train arrives and we head for home
bye city
till next time


Sugar Food

My teeth stick together
gooey chocolate melting in the sun
all over my shirt
followed by crisps and fries
washed down by cake
sticky and lovely
chomp it down


Politicians

politicians crowing like parrots
you are a bad boy
no you are
only we can save the country
no only we can
over and over
ribbit, ribbit
on and on
ever since time immemorial
things getting no better
wise up people
kick them all into touch


It is here and now

The home page is gone
done it again
blew it away
home page
front page
page everyone sees
not there
no more
gone
so what
bugger it
laugh and smile no matter what
kiss everyone
boys and girls
children and animals
love everyone
love yourself
no attachments
no security
no plans
no future or past
no present
spontaneous
no idea what you will be doing now or then
you want be doing anything
non doing
give it all away
no thoughts
no thought
no ego
no I
just being
the truth is all around
see it
feel it
love is here
light and joy
not selfish love
no direction
no person
love
just love
a feeling
no thoughts of a tree
just one with the tree
all the same
all are one
past and future
you and them
friends and enemies
love them all
not as you loving them
but as a feeling
together
one
out of jail
no matter what happens
illusion
look beyond
good or bad
no seduction by either
look deeper
feel it
freedom
it is here and now


Clocks going back

The clocks went back an hour on Sunday
bloody hell
come on we're going to be late
half way down the path with one leg in,
one out of your jeans
shouting at the kids to get a move on
when one smart aleck remarks
it's only eleven dad
what the bleedin hell do you mean
my watch says twelve and its never run fast
in the forty years I've had it
it's eleven ain't it mum
darling
what
it is only eleven, stop panicking
who's panicking
not me
never
remember daylight saving
clocks going back one hour
bloody hell
not that day again
stomping off to the seclusion of the little boys room
titters all around


Bus to work

Monday morning
cars banked up on the road
snug inside the bus
filled with chattering kids on the way to school
filling each other in on the events of the weekend
bus crawls along
why is it so crowded on the road
accident ahead
perhaps
men in suits
me included
sit quietly, briefcases between our legs
symbol of our thrusting masculinity
what big boys we are
radio drips out old tunes
drivers era no doubt
sun shines down in this early hour
shimmering along the concrete
more people fill up the bus
standing room only
face to face
chest to chest
no conversation
the odd smile
news on the radio informs us
an accident on the main freeway
all cars heading off into the back roads
as I write the bus jerks
edging its way agonisingly towards the station


Seeing into I

no mind
no more worries about your not being perfect
relax into nature
the sun comes up
followed by the moon
no matter, what you do the grass grows
so do nothing
sleep, eat and shit
more concerns you not
you see how you sleepwalk
wake up
beyond there is neither good or bad
sinner or saint
accept yourself
no trying to impress
you cannot
you are as perfect as you can be
no past
no future
time disappears
mind and thought disappear
live simply, spontaneously, joyfully
now
moment to moment
loving all yourself
because they are
see it and see it now
we are all one
knowledge, mind, are the same curse
falsely creating the separate I
an illusion
which lives and worries
has numerous doubts and fears
paralysing all
with insight look deep
forget all doubts
conquer one for it to be replaced by more
who is it having all these doubts
fears and worries
I
who am I
who is this I
look deep within
not with the mind
but with no-mind
with insight
with your whole being
who is this I?
Going deeper you will finally laugh out loud
there is no I
simply ignorance and illusion on my part
no need to worry or fear
even of death
because there is no I for these things to happen to
no death for there is no I to die
in this seeing
not with the I or the mind but with insight
there is only seeing with no seer
no I
simply seeing
and in this seeing
you are free
free from the self
knowing with no mind that
you were always perfect
God
you see the truth clearly
the absolute, underlying truth
no longer clouded by I
you are one
no longer I
as you have always been without recognising it
so what to do
nothing
see into the false I and it flees
do nothing but watch the mind.