the donkey jumps
in the fields and says:
Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw!
...
is it like a sore on the elbow
that itches and one scratches
and it itches more?
and so sorrow sits in one’s heart
...
one thinks one comes to truth
to understanding and wisdom
through revelations and Holy Texts
and attendance at great congregations;
...
from thought to thought
one’s mind goes
like water filling cups
of various shapes
...
the proud creature breathes and lives
and all it does is copy, copy, copy, copy;
there is so much thinking
done before and after
...
the morning started with fog
and now late, a dark sky hangs over Brisbane;
in the West a child has scrawled
untidy clouds
...
one more poem, baby,
one more poem;
one more just to
increase my numbers
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driving on the highway
just one alone in the car
there’s just one
and the earth
...
TV says to radio:
I’m better than you
cos I’ve got pictures and sound
while you’ve only got the latter
...