vince gullaci Poems

I escaped
into the dead pool
stalked by the hounds
of righteousness
...

The scotch thistle
Paterson's curse
the agapanthus
my thoughts were on the purple-blue
...

God,
you can't mention Jesus
without offending somebody.
Christ, be careful
...

My life
a secondary colour
even my dead fish eyes
understand
...

The rain
pounding the basil plants
is enough to release
memories of childhood summers
...

I tell you
I was kidnapped
by little green men
they beamed me up
...

I know
I know
I know
the water's lapping
...

Endless fields
of golden daffodils
swaying to the babbling brook
flowing beneath
...

You might
change your age
with plastic
and think
...