Poetry

My Burning Banana

My Burning Banana

Set my banana on fire!  See, it's peeled!
Set it on fire with your brandy gaze!
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!  You wield,
you brandish fire, setting me ablaze!

Oh serve me up with sweat, the flammable salve!
You can be my waitress, not my bride.
You can be my stranger so we have
pleasure of fornication, else denied.

But dancing in the flames who is the third,
the shadow of our shadow bright with wings,
chanting, Holy, holy when ye play?

Line of Crosses

Line of Crosses

Breeding Grounds

Breeding Grounds

Affliction

Affliction

The Great Ocean Road

The Great Ocean Road

A hot-wired spirit sparking in the rain,
you jolted me to life, unfroze my heart,
and all my tangled currents you'd explain
as if you read my bathymetric chart.
We ran with leaf-shaped boards into the sea,
birds wheeling, wave noise tossing up white spray;
I dived, holding your breath, and learnt to breathe
on southern coasts where fire and water play.

Resurrection

Resurrection

Our Lady of Perpetual Help

Our Lady of Perpetual Help

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