medicine kiss.

I just don't want to be alone when Jesus returns

to save the trees killed by the droppings of the cormorants

or to beat on the chest's of those

who drowned by the wine they thought was water.

(Magic,

how I love your

 ways) So in the

spring of 86 I took the brick size

mobile phone with the curlicue cord

attached  and placed it to my ear to

impress my lover

who placed her stocking feet on the dashboard

and changed the FM radio station with her toes.

From 88 to 108 she would search out gospel,

Waylon Jennings playing environmentalist

("will the wolf survive"), Miles,

to Michael Jackson before albinism

and aerobiological substances made him wear that

awful  mask in public. His eyes peeking

over the top like a drawing. She was amazing;

what we did nakedly and called the

sunrise.

Yet each morning when we awoke, our backs

and knees hurting, our chins too cramped to kiss,

she told me that we passed between us in the dark car

fungi and protozoa, and with that

ascertaining mouth full,

she had estimated that there were over 100

million living, thriving, circulating,

mutating, eating, dancing,

loving, f*****g each-other,

racist and otherwise reprehensible

bacteria living in each

millitre of saliva,

that we had used liberally to coat our

skulls.

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

To piggy back on the wise Simm (which I do constantly, to his credit and none of mine), you have laid worlds upon worlds in this one, from listening to the too-late Miles and the mid-game Michael to tens of millions of bacteria doing what they do, and what we do. To see what you see is awe-inspiring in its own right, and the manner in which you integrate and inter-connect it all...well, I'm simply dumbfounded.

[alan peter kelly]

Rich in red velvet substance...sparkling are the myriad facets...tickling the nose...watering the palate...enlightening the mind immediately upon consumption.

[CD Campbell]

This had me from the first four lines. This piece of work was exciting from top to bottom. Starved , racial, oversexed bacteria? What the hell? You stormed thru this thing and I was glued. Good work! CD

[emmajoy]

'.. She was amazing; - what we did nakedly and called the sunrise.' Your words are just that!

This is a hell of a journey: personal and beautiful, more than candid, utterly mesmerising. 'Love the twixt and twain of music, those wondrous toes.. (such a touch!), physical pleasure and absolute love. Your words cover biology supreme in divine language so much so, two professors would nod and award top marks!

[Corset]

this pic makes my cheeks look fat or do my cheeks make my pic look fat...hmmm, I don't think protozoa is racist Dana, otherwise the rest is icing "who drowned by the wine they thought was water". (Magic, how I love your ways)

[Beccy]

Spellbinding poem; and in my mind an utterly unique way to spell out that we are but a tiny drop in the vast ocean of creation.

Just loved this. Beccy.

[Ken Simm.]

I have never read a poet who can create so much from what is obviously personal experince. You constantly have me in (a misused phrase from my teaching days) awe and wonder. And that is every time without fail. I find myself collecting your phrases.