it’s raining. poetry.

It’s been raining outside for the past few days and is supposed to rain all week. I love it. Everything is scented with that delicious, cool aroma that is completely inexplicable.

Imagine being able to stay inside, listening to the rain, with no where else to be, for days at a time…

I’ve written two poems in the past 24 hours,One free verse, one structured. My version of the free verse looks a bit different from the Internet posts because I’m shit at web formatting.

Hopefully it keeps raining.

ice skating across the path you leave

you do things that
leave me.
in a desperate search of
dictionaries.
books of words
to explain
emotion.
don’t add up
to the way i walk.
so lightly.
t
i
p
t
o
e
s
s
h
h
h
h
h
h
… why can’t you let me take care of you?

you asked
how i
like coffee and
what i’m afraid of.
those things
you wanted to…
no.
know now that
time
passes.
you know
the only way
i express myself is
in the rain
with the windows
open.
even inside
thunder.
i don’t
make
a

s
o
u
n
d

the CRACK of
split ice.
how to separate
a frozen river.

discovering the decibel of a shadow

I woke up and my hair smelt like your breath.
Cigar smoke and grappa. Very late nights.
Cotton sheets on an evening black as death.
Thick curls wrap and scent my pillow. Ignite.
Mandolin hips compose you concertos
and yet still you are nowhere to be seen.
Blind to the roll of smoulder… like… whoa…
Down these thighs. To the bottom of my feet.
If I told you I had an addiction,
Would you at least give me time to wean off?
Right now. I cannot align you with done.
I hear you in sleep. Taste you when I cough.
Formless words and lost opportunity
build inarticulate impunity.

I’ve been back in Australia nearly one month… I think I’m just about settled in.