No Left Feet

Chase the sun
as it descends,
tread lightly o'er
the threads of dusk.
Grasp hold the fleeing
trails of light
and open wide your eyes.

Strathfield Station, 11pm

Fluorescent lights shine coldly
on warm red bricks,
contriving a twilight
where few wander
and fewer linger.

The purple air
clings to a row or two
of less than shiny
steel chairs.
Their transcience is palpable,
their design unwelcome
and begrudging.

An ashphalt gash
inflamed and bulging
scores a wound down the wall,
along the ground
and out of sight.

Time moves audibly,
yet blindly.

Poor neglected train station.

Sunshine, Lollipops and Moonshine

When the moon begins to drop
and turn a pretty pink,
I'll call my Uncle Shanahan
and drown him in the sink.
He'll prob'ly start to yell at me
for making him quite dead,
So I will tie him to a chair
and hit him in the head.

Ridiculous and lame, I know. But good for breaking things up a little.

KL Airport

This soul is silent,
a pre-dawn vista.

Silhouetted trees lay black against
deep blues and deeper greens.


Nothing moves.


A whispered stillness murmers,
hiding both
the creatures of the night
and the wonders of the dawn.

All as yet unmoved.