Alas! Poor Percy, his pointing days gone, Along with the porcelain he knew; Now, it’s quick, easy and painless, to Shake young Stanley at the stainless. ...

      (1997. This one won a competition once, in West Gippsland…) The morning paper blows in the street. No one no   longer able to read the words that flow from page   to page like so much graffiti scrawled from fence post   to junction-box. Adults hide....

‘And man shall go before the stainless god,  a god to whom The Acolytes give scented    offerings with the passing of each new moon,  a god before whom the True Believers   chant out their holy, sacred mantra  “Ahhhh…”   with such wondrous euphoria… ‘And make    daily...

(1995. For Rita A.)  You make me itch   with a listless senselessness I’ve not known for so long devouring my   waking hours like a phoenix   vision rising from the  smould’ring ashes    of my thoughts, torching my heart…   torturing my heart with  soft and gentle  ...

looking,    looking across the floor    drifting, shifting in the disco fog    and dim light  eyes that speak desire,    mouths that mouth, “…on fire!”    hands and lips, that tease, please,    entice… (like ice on nipples bare) dancing,    talking, touching under the    table,...

       (1997. HICS: Hero In CyberSpace – redefining the self-image of all self-professed hicks*) I curse the daylight and fight to remain    awake while others are doing the RL    thing. Give me the night and a fast, tight line    to my provider. A sharp,...

(1989. Working with Irish Triads of a similar name, to explore techniques.) Three excellent qualities in naration: a good flow, depth of thought, conciseness. Three dislikable qualities in the same: stiffness, obscurity, bad delivery. Three things that are always ready in a decent man’s house: beer, a shower, a good TV....

(1997) She dances across my mind’s screen like a  jerky animation running at fifteen frames a second, all the right curves and  creases in all the right places taunting me like a 2D picture rotating  in 3 Space the lighting and the shadows capturing my attention as surely  and...

(1998) You touch me I squirm Your softness tickles my skin setting my nerves aflame Searing my muscles with spasms… beyond enduring Such pain! Please… (Please stop.)...

(1995 for Rita A.) You crawled across the floor, beneath my arms; my mind  exploded into stars … Phosphenes danced before my face, my hand brushed your side, one look in your eyes bent me out of shape, now… I can’t think straight. ...