Somebody’s friend,
somebody’s foe;
Somebody daughter
somebody’s mother.
...
…walking on
…no end to this untamed walk
where numbened nude feet walk miles free and wild
...
here I enter into
this overflowing water
inside you
...
colors of the many skies.
the melting cloud
white clouds
...
as you just passed by
187 flinders lane
I smell you through
the aroma of truffles
...
the man is the wild woman
and the wild woman is
the katha.kali dancer.
...
sunset boulevards
happy return of a barrow boy
ready mother for his bar mitzvah
bargain not my hard service
...
five thousand in Bob Marley’s pocket
I was driving fast for there was a human festival next day
Till I hope your flight might be by now amidst the clouds
...