The Drama Dairy

Welcome ladies and gentlemen

And thespians all

This is the farm of course

Where your craft it is honed

The crème de la crème

Only the best of the very

Will come to be, at the Drama Dairy

We invite you to dance

Be reckless, abandoned

Tap out your rhythm

Or hop your hips to repetitions

Or perhaps with grace and with poise

You may leave here a coryphée

Learned in the dance, of the Drama Dairy

Are you a singer

Or profess such to be

Can you hold the audience spellbound

To your musical oratory

We want you to love all

The passion, the poetry, and melody

Composition delivered, at the Drama Dairy

Will you paint, will you draw

Give expression to in-sight

What do you see and will you share

Hues and clues and patterned delight

From the raw gesso canvas

Or the natural sway in the masonry

Your visions are welcome, at the Drama Dairy

This is your theatre

Be it musical, drama, and fringe

Your expression is welcomed here

Reckless abandon abounds

Please give us reflection

Of the souls we common hold sway

Expose us to real life, at the Drama Dairy

We even do risqué

Vestal learners of arts

Swooning to the power of our parts

Chaste and focused lovers of craft

Will that be one hump or two?

And one hump of course you will say

After all, we are a Drama Dairy

Thank goodness for you all

We are but mere audience to your awe

Raised joy shared from your talents

Your stories your review

We bask in the colour

The movement and oratory

You, are this place of such joy

The Drama Dairy

Tilted

Damn, that hurts

Perspective is askew now

And comfort is completely out of the zone

The angle dips left

And when glancing through the mirrors

The look points upward

Or if already up then flattened

Yes, yes, I do look quizzical

But really I just want to know
What the hell happened?

Down

Sweet dreams sweet darling

You are safe here with me

Let me wrap myself around you
To protect you from that cold

Canadian Bay

A lone swimmer glides through the salty waters

A place named for a far home

A nod to three who came to this mountain

To use their knowledge and strength

Experience from a northern land

To fell the ancient gums

To feed the mirage city on the horizon

Destroyers here for builders there

And it grew again, to thrive again

No dangers here bar depth and failure of body

The green rocks a landscape of life

Orange urchins and red stars

Living shells and jellies

We the fish live here foraging in schools

Evolving life to follow you to shore

To be so much more than mere vessels

To take a place among the false rulers

Will they thrive again, when we die again

These red cliffs are the face of a land

The oldest of stones have travelled the changing seas

And built ancient continents afloat,

Adrift across the entire face of this earth

We are the edge of the bight

Where life itself drew first breath from the seas

Iron faced bulwarks against eroding water

A land of cultures ancient beyond compare

We began again, through our birth again

The cool soothing waters glide over the swimmer

A land soul returned to the sea

Solace found there in a healing elixir

The water is as one joining this place

Across vast plains fluid and wondrous

A lineage joined across the planet

Reflections of childhood

It all ended here, On the Beach

We end here again, we will begin here again?

Solvent

The knack looks about his place

Decay follows him

A scent stasis in the nostrils of all who call

Held for time the festering aura

He searches and finds his essence

An old nag to break, she will do

A knife cut deep slashes hide from flesh

And makes a false coat, tanned for his warmth

She is left shivering, naked

And this brings him contentment as he goads

To pry flesh and sinew and muscle and fat

And organs and waste and lastly the heart

Laid bare exposed now festered raw

He will use these in his assault

The bones ground to fine dried dust

Set alight to fire his cauldron

And slowly he coaxes the flesh

From life through lifeless quivering mass

It bubbles and congeals animating verve into itself

And he removes warmth and ignores it cool

Hope fades, a wanton loss his destroying satisfaction

And fires anew to bring the mass to existence

Then reduction insult once again

And again and again

Till done, the body disembodied is granular

Pliable sand the distortion of its former

Time had passed to create this, stuck

Another trophy of his work

He applies it liberally to his mantle

And sets her feet into it

Walk he says, I challenge you

But you are knackered

Held triumphantly to his collection by this glue

Derivative formed from you

Stasis, inertia, bound

The simple, love takes up the tool

Slowly patiently pries inward from the edges
Sensing life in the soul
Warmth gives rise to meet warmth

Applied together melts the bond

Her feet can release from time

You could walk now 

You can rise from your exhaustion

Step away from this render

But you must choose

Chap(ped) on Brunswick Street

I am an artiste

Look at me

My dark green felt beret

(cocked just so)

My bright purple shirt

Scuffed pointy shoes

And pee stained ochre pants

I suck on my cigarette

(through this pretentious holder)

I carry my battered leather bag

(with airs and authority)

And I piss upon all you stand for

Cause I see, you cannot see. Ha!

Evoke

stepping through the trials

a treasure beyond all

an offering should it be accepted

let there be no doubt

of course it must be

there is little choice

these scents overwhelm selfless act

an offering of sweet kisses

winked toward one’s eyes hues of creams

musk taste dew upon every lip

the rise upon bluff

a vision beyond compare

rose petals open will fully accept

the shared offering

music and rhythm and crescendo

taking energy making energy

passed back to each note

breathless and breathed

all senses aware

there they’re their each to own

in grateful dawn evoke

que que gang

her family soared from above

they knew her there

they sensed her suffer

protectors of her place

willing biyani to the girl's hands

soon she would pass

to fly free

cupped in hands

lifeless

bogong rise as angels

we sing her to gwandalan

beneath honey sweet banyalla 

WinnipEchuka

Ruby faced children squeal in delight

Possessive places across their toys

Defensive poised with brothers

They stand

Learned from within

Or from out

It is mine shared only with will

Granted by strength of lineage

We take

The gentle river does rage

A confluence where people's meet

Lines of time roam the shores

Streets of commerce mixed modern

Antiques and time

Cultures clash from afar

Laud in mix of language and food

And control

A stingy gravel road

Parched in this heat

Meanders the ancient gums

A link between industry 

And water

Boats nosed into the banks

Of this regal state

New sleek modern conditioned vessels

Give way to the only waterborne trade this day

The wheels churning in muddy waters

A force against the current

This dry land surprises the new man

His skin bakes red to brown

Beneath a common sun

The waters meet echuka

A mixing place, a meeting place

The waters meet winnipeg

A mixing place, a meeting place

All flow across this common earth

To meet in the salts

The winds pull sight

He is black he is white

Eyes stare into our deep

From across the water we search

This mixing place

This meeting place

We trade acknowledged welcome

A wave

You've come to country

Live within its soul 

Bottled

That boat.

It has been out there in the bay

For near on a week now

Whatever for?

Why can’t it move?

Stuck to glass

Uncounted freight

Treasures await

Well so might souls be imagined.

And that woman

Everyday she is out there

Walking her day

Climbing her engorged frame

Up that hideous hill

In her hideous pajamas

Bulbous thigh over bulbous thigh

A new fifth in hand

Barefoot, rose nose enflamed.

My guts are sore

Waiting

It is soon to happen

Those things will fall

To start again

Self stuck within

Longing to break out

Effervescence delayed

Foreboding is a wait of fate

It is about to spill over

Shaken to the very core

Nothing released

The space is filled

The hodgy podgy dodgy

Nonsense of a being compelled

To report on nothing

Yet there it is to be revealed

When will it come free?

That boat

It is blocking my view

I want nothing between here and you
My word horizons.  Go.

The Gutful Wonders

How you going?

All good. How's you?

I'm live and kicking

All these years driving truck have built me gut 

Quack says I need to lose it

Poor heart and diabetes 

And with him carrying on

Stress!

Makes you want to jump in front of the bus 

But summers coming

The day is warming

The rain is holding 

And here you are

Another of ample girth

Waiting at this light so's we can cross

Together 

And see the beach

Love life good friend

G'day

Loves Silence

Props, lights, sound, action

First morning

A breeze tinkers and tests

The leaves a rustle 

Flow through the chimes

The herald music a backtrack

To the life song

Awakening in the trees

The greeting to all

We made it through the dark

And now our joy we will spread

This light grows warm

Driving away the cold

A stillness of experience

The heat raises passion

Long bridled

Now released

Into this first of many

Welcomes

Keys

They unlock mysteries 

Open doors of my life

Grant me transport

A portal of freedom

Highways of interest

The jingled in my pocket

Reminders of where I can enter

And protect

Enclosure of self

And now they melt away

A flat released

She has my keys to that future now

And will enjoy it I know

Keys to my employment

Security of livelihood 

An office abandoned to another

Doors previously open

Closed forever to me

Finally my car key

Transportation of freedom

Gone to another 

To find his new freedoms

No jingle now

I lift away

Lightened of the load

All wonderful memories

Life loved

Keys exchanged and changed

The keys of my heart given

To all that I love

And I land again

To build new life

A jingle in my pocket

The first given access

My home

My love

Closing Chapters

These stairs seem so small now

In childhood they were enormous

As tall as my Dad

The real one

They towered above the other

The ornery bastard

Smoked in cahoots

And gone

Thank goodness

Though his spouse leaves me cold

From so far away

She weaves her incantations

Trying to find that spell to draw me near

To her alleged allegiance of falsehood

And gone

From this country much as I

One supposes if contemplating the finish line

Of the new Chapter

As memories fade away

To internet sales schemes

Of bargain hunters and annoying scammers

And the rally around my butterflies

Beginning

Babies and young men vying for attention

Seekers of my already unconditional love

Building stock upon my ledger

It is me of course who wants to remember

To think this is not my demise

But a chapter of their lives

Where I am only gone

Just one minute

Why are you angry

I found a partner and found happiness

While not to our assumed plan

It is to the plan of They who matter

To be revel in joy of another

Even though gone

We technologically logically assimilate

Around small lit screens

And cameras

And we connect with the tools at hand

A love in the glow

Even though apart and gone

I love you all

My heart and body remains bits of each

For family is strongest

This is not a last chapter

This is a linking tome

Passed

And to future

We raise a glass

Pure joy

Well written say we to the Author

And amen