by Richard Tipping, Kurungabaa, Volume 1, Issue 2, July 2008
The inside history of our times
not touching, distant as Japan.
My expectations filled a truck.
You were the Girl on her Stallion –
I lay by the creek and smoked
tearing up love’s telegrams
letting the grass grow over me
like a month. Strange tastes
called ‘MISSING YOU’ and ‘XXX’.
Image replay, dream video
fucking personality spacesuits
eyes gleaming stones in a creek
hair sprouting from rocks
hands that wave from the tips of branches
wildflower ears, a beard of bees.
The wide screen flaps
tossing the whole love movie’s cast
out into the cheering Drive-In.
My parent’s marriage was like this –
hearts in mouths and shaking knees.
Brave hope, brave lunacy.
Suddenly you Return from Overseas
strolling through shuttering pigeons
silk dress swirling over me
saying it didn’t really happen and
don’t look back. It’s just what I need!
You’re a surfer yourself and appreciate
how off right off can be.
With my brother’s optimistic shout
ringing in my ears
to charge across the open beach and crash
into the unexpecting waves.
– Richard Tipping
A clip by Cyrus Sutton:
read it 5 times so far, like every word of it, want more.
did you know richard was involved in starting up the friendly street poets, pete? http://friendlystreetpoets.org.au/ – there are two more of richard’s poems on the site, as well as much other interesting stuff by many other poets. well worth a look, i’d say.