Enter at own risk!
You have come far, too far,
you have crossed too many creeks
tumber creek
moa creek
coas gully creek
branch burn creek
boundary creek
four mile creek
diggers creek
mill creek
dizzy creek
fosters creek
scotts creek
athol creek
mossburn creek
hamilton creek
coal creek
princhester creek
lagoon creek
creek nr. 128
kaka creek
monkey creek
windfall creek
fails creek
cascade creek
divide creek
marian creek
plato creek
deer flat creek
kiosk creek
wesney creek
30 mile creek
boyd creek
swamp creek
And then you have passed too many mountain peaks
The department of Conversation declares
"No privatizing within the shores of poetry"
But sorry, this Poem is Private Property
Now get out!
MIRROR CITY
she was a stranger
but was she less strange than all the others?
(and why 'was' she, when you still see her with her
embroidered skirt and the
high heeled boots, with the snakeskin top and cheeky ribbons
in her hair?)
she was a stranger
like all the others
drifting down Queen Street on a Saturday night
getting lost in the stream of faces
drowning in the raving madness
drowning in the whirlpool of desires
where people look so similar to those on the magazines'
glossy paper
watching themselves as they pass the shop windows
watching their reflection in the billboards
all so different but all the same
moving freely, innocently, proudly
guided by uncanny forces, operators in tunnels deep beneath
the asphalt
surface, deep inside the unconscious underground, observing
screens, turning switches, sending electric pulses
through webs of invisible wires, controlling,
leading, shifting, guarding...
you could deny it, but if nothing laid beneath, if nobody
was hiding there,
commanding the bouncers to send away the guys without
dark shirts and
polished shoes, without the flash, the fast, the city style, then
who was she?
(and "was" she really, like a living anachronism, while
styles and things have
changed already, or "is" she, and presence was already ahead?)
and then she was panting
panting and moaning
trembling, electrified
like a strange beast
pounding her brain with bass
and mechanical sex
but she was a stranger
estranged from herself
waking up the next morning, still alone
homeless, transparent, all glass and steel
she was a strange city
but was she less strange than the other cities of this world?
