That rusted moment
too long in the rain
No shelter could be found to save it for now
When she said good-bye
I thought she was just going
to the afternoon’s feminist rally
I even baked you some tofu cookies
(‘sorry the bottoms were burnt’)
and ironed your culottes
(‘excuse the hole dear, I’m just a man’)
But there was baseball on the television all that day - and football to follow
Of course no real man would join them
The beer was cold, the guys were over
the ladies were paid for...
How was I to know that their rally
was opposed to men taking a bite of life?
And that she would never return
Now I think of her and the ‘60s
the rallies, concerts, beliefs, rebellions
and our explosive experimental youth.
And those rusted moments
left too long out in the rain.
4-15-94 Victor Harbor SA
I crossed the border
under the cover of the storm
while nature battled herself.
Humans were not to be part of this possessed night
Her house sat past the clearing
I could hear her voice above the storm’s scream
singing an old out-of-tune ‘60s melody
Between the shadows of the lightening
I could see her dancing in front of the window
She had thrown her clothing into the night
She looked as if she was having sex with the storm.
As I ran through the meadow a bolt of lightening
crashed through her window
and in her final moment
she caught sight of me and sang out
‘Not tonight my dear
Not tonight
for now and evermore I belong to the storm’.
9-20-94 Victor Harbor SA
I was surfing the local diabolical billabong
when first I saw her
sunbathing in the naked paddock
Her breasts like
two thirty-cent ice-cream cones
from a drive-through eatery
beckoning me to cloak her
with my righteous soul
to protect her from a rude mouthed sun
trying to melt her two thirty-cent ice-cream coned breasts
Then I awoke with my dog licking my face
and whining to go outside
Is this the legacy of Jung or Freud?
9-20-94 Victor Harbor SA
these and 700 other poems/songs/chants/lies/stories/fantasies etc. are in the shortened 700 thingie+ addition of THOUGHTS IN PATTERN copyrighted 1994 Saint Terrell (writings prior to becoming the respected academic socially corrected role model that I currently am acting out as Terrell Neuage here in Adelaide - The City of Churches)
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