I AM RED
I am red like burning fire
I am covered with a glowing down
Alight with pure desire
I am glistening ochre, gleaming red
All to light a path to your chamber
And subsume myself in your head
It is time for us to forge
A loving union beyond your bed
My son Trevor’s beloved Bronco
Aaaggghhhh…..fuck fuck fuck
HISTORY LESSONS
See the walking dead
And the carcasses piled high
Like wood on bonfire night;
Clothes, shoes, hair and jewellery
Neatly stacked in separate heaps
Gaunt history staring us in the face
Confetti droning overhead
Gently napalming young bodies
Flesh peeling
Delta-Mekong dots on the map
Where’s Daddy?
Gone to fight the yellow man
Burning deserts erupting
Below technology-laden skies
Push-button warfare
Timed for peak viewing.
Blind killing-fields
Scorched earth, scorched body;
What’s the difference?
My Writing Life 