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