What wonder Mother’s handbag
that Tardis-like hold
From band-aids to magnifiers
a torch for the night;
a tool set is no surprise
Scented hankies and hand soap
a five metre tape;
the least of all its supplies
Barley sugar and apples
a needle and thread
All contingencies planned
to soothe pending dread
One can’t be too ready
you see
For the keeper, trusty stash
of Earl Grey tea
humour
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Fortified Against
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Cockatoo at Halls Gap in the Grampians raucous shouts swoop in
tree twigs pelting on my head –
hmph… bloody cockies!
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NPC (?)
happening again
(Whoah, déjà vu!)…
Last night’s fragmented fever dream
Unfolding here upon the screen
That ‘Supporting Actor’, see
Watch closely now, I think that’s me!
programme glitching
fourth wall drawing in
which reality in
fraying duality?
A curious window glimmers there
Unthinkable to leave a chance so rare
Watch now, another sidewise step
An opening beckons back of set…
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Ode to Coffee
inhaling, savouring
sweet prophylactic bitterness
sharpening
the corners of the mind
bracing the soggy edges
of a coddled ego
inoculating
against the rigours
of the day to come
even decaf yes
(no hate)
our ptisan
for the world-weary brain
Cullen Bay, Darwin
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