(1987. Because prior to this I didn’t like the original, so I thought to parody it. With apologies to S.T. Colleridge)  In Reservoir did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure dome deliver Where Darabin, the muddy creak ran By tunnels made by man      down to the Yarra River....

(1992. after a visit to Hobson’s Park, Traralgon, Vic. Aust.) Its been a long time since I put pen to paper in a maner most lyric, nor have I placed well chosen words about some idle thought; yet I find moreover, that I’m at a loss to extol the...

(1999. Computer Rage) I rage and boil deep inside seething with illiterate anger that no words can sensibly express and why? Why am I so torn and knotted and empty and tormented ––– arms that don’t move smoothly, hands tremble and shake and abandon all former dexterity, legs… like...

(1990. After a particularly savage nightmare, the opening dedication for the book, “Wake in Fright” readily came to mind.) Night encroaches on me now. This twilight quickly fading and with it, my last hopes, and aspirations… It’s a starless night; again no moon or street light, only the glow,...

(for Michelle R. 1991: taking a break on Ninety Mile beach during a weekend of, Weekend Warrior Training, at Dutson Downs, Vic. Aust.) Footsteps in sand wash away in the tide: Time does the same for you and I. ...

Reflection A hidden lie The mirror of eyes Fragmented thought A shattered ego The world watching one man Glowing moon A shimering outline The twighlight fast fading Images cast A stary sky The shadows devour me : A quivering flame   on a wax candle. ...

(1990. Working with innuendo in response to someone’s casually crass allusion in a banal conversation) Some meat, is tender It is sweet to eat; Some meat, can be tough… It, you need to beat....

(1992, for Fiona) Its the simple transience of your smile, the gentle hue of blue that hides, behind busy winks , and blinks; The soft lustre of your cheeks, their glow, and that way your chin moves when you grin ––– sheer fantasy! ...

(1989, a Hitchhiker story about the Midland Hwy, Morwell, cnr Firmin’s La & Commercial Rd)            I Ah, what a night. You were standing idly by, waiting for some change in time… perhaps two bits more than the normal offerings of chance. A parade of...

(Started in 1988, completed in 1994) 1. Harken to the rain! It’s falling on the roofing iron; the lulling calms my brain, rare music in this bleak asylum… calming shattered nerves.  2. Listen to the rain! It’s beating on the window glass; Now washing away my pain, watch it splashing...