Robert Knapman

The soft wind is gone from his sails, like he’s cast off, an ice flow on ozone, severed, set adrift…and those people eagerly watching his frigid, impotent trail, whispering…pointing fingers.

So he strips himself raw
Shredded and licked by a Maralinga sun
Like his naked skin mattered

Clean fresh sheets
Make the arrogance of poets
Melt
Into cool clear whiteness

Love
Always took me by surprise
Left me melted on the kitchen floor
Like ice on my back in a heat wave

The new moon
Just made a pass at me

She wishes she were a simple and fatalistic fish and finds herself deciding to go outside to flop around in the delicately scented sun garden.

Your loves slides moist
Down the creases of my back
To where I catch it gently
Just before it trickle spills over
And falls

Stripped
Bear chested
Naked

How does she know the sparkles from her eyes make me blush?

Just let go

The time

The time

It always looks like you

I walk quietly in

One day I will visit you

Tomorrow
When he wakes in an aspirin sweat
His fridge will punch out an empty OJ bottle
And shiver for more than it asks for

Ahhh
Thats how the valley grasses see

Its one thing to sell your own sex
- that oldest most lucrative professsion

Your hair plastered to the side of your face
Is ugly
And tells you to
Shut up and die

Spring stretches out Sunday on the streets