Three Poems Known
(written ninth August 2008)
Would that she not wonder
Why the loot stripped ripped asunder
For a face to plunder
Will straw hats shake out the wonder
Of how someone spoke their number
In advising child like kind of slumber
To go head on down
To the depths of town
Wherein be the best thieves around
For to escape from
Straw hats have broken of
No less than festooned from
Want to prove
Worth in the groove
Of having briefly suffered alike upon
Those words first
Whose work earned
The worth unturned
The Olympics are on
Nothing going for a song
My son’s leaving the whirl
Of how many artifical pearls
Might have been too long
Sold thus upon
For the life of heaven
While ever the leaven
Never ever depends on
That the countenance of hell goes on
So if you’ve found this
And are in a wee fix
Best remember forever
There never was better
And that blessed best
Finds no future in debt
But are debts of the past unpaid yet
The only ones with
Any legitimate claim
Against
Australian Aboriginal basis
To ask for financial reparations
Became portrayed as though racists
When the real engagers
In racial based hatred
Were wondering too long
Upon the nature
Of Australia’s Aboriginal status
And imagined into the equation
A couple of thick idiots
Thick enough to attempt the theft
Of that status
Of being indebted to by
Aborigines on high
But Lord what have they done
Hardly bares accounting the sum
Total abrogation
Of why any fact is ever won
Between his and hers
The queer’s strange world
And the work’s next code unfurled
Why in full view of the sky
The deed had been done
By which to lock none
For the claim had begun
Within their same one
