Kuranda Dreaming

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I drove the car

up the Kuranda range today, the trailor laden

with water-blasters, hoses and fittings.

I didn’t say much.

I dropped off the boys, and left them behind so I could wander about the market,

wishing I was barefoot.

I still blended in.

No makeup, except I could have worn jandels or thongs instead of proper shoes,

and a larger dress to hide my burgeoning bust.

It was like a dream.

A technicoloured rainforest dreaming with chunky wrought iron seats,

a chair, dangly shells

and driftwood creations all twisted and twisting,

(hung from gold-plated fishing line).

A corroboree

of trinkets for our fair tourists. Opals and artist prints

priced at over $28

thousand dollars! Too rich for this hippie and the majority of the locals I imagine.

Still, I managed to find

my way to the old market,

find a churro place that served a cheap eggs bene.

I stipulated

I didn’t want snottie egg whites to no avail.

I cried writing my poem, ‘the Mummers Dance’.

I secretly wished someone would magically notice my fragmented aura,

and offer my broken arse a foot rub

or a clearing energy

but it never came. Hippies are broker than me, mostly.

I changed my mind several times, ending up

back at the car and $21 dollars poorer.

I looked at my bloodshot eyes in the visor mirror,

wondering if I could get away without being seen.

I found my way back,

and sat in the car while they finished up for another two hours.

It wasn’t so bad,

chatting to my Karma in between clenched cheeks, kicking myself for a loo.

I stripped off

all my clothes when I got home and washed myself clean.

I’m still spread-eagled on the bed as we speak.
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Alphabet Poem

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Artist: Jodine Butler & Tabitha Lee, ‘Cairns Esplanade’ 2014

A
B
C
Do
E
For
God
Has
I
Just
Know
Let
Me
Now
Open
Please
Quality
R
So
The
U
View
We
X
You
Z

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Alphabet

Creativity Creeps

Creativity creeps
under my skin
in an almost
random fashion
except for those
side steps
opening up doors
into nooks & crannies
filled with
Magenta &
Pthalo Blue

Gesso plastered
canvas tarps
fill in my gaps
so nothing that
isn’t meant to
be there
can infiltrate
or seep
or overflow
its boundaries

I determine
every brush
& stroke
& all deliberate acts
twist into
congealed
afterthoughts

It’s like watching
words escape
from silent mouths
in silent Black
& White movies:
each shade
of imaginary sound
is transformed
into translucent
Reds & Yellows

A diadem of jewels
to gush over
& revel in
its magnificence
with every
new idea

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Sewer Rats & Wood Snakes

Shove it all down
shove it down
shove it
all

all – is not well 
in the OK corral.

transactions are flawed
analysis is weak
subterfuge cowers in corners
colluding behind cardboard walls 
in the safety zone

I get my back up
I want to be defiant
I want more than ever 
to say NO
just to piss you off!

Give me one good reason to feel
alienated, subjugated
discounted

reduced
to your
pa-
the-
tic

whimper

I want to scream
& jab
& smash
& rip the optic nerves
right out of your filtered
monochrome 1950’s
TV screen
head

stretch them into sinewy strings
that snap\
back/
like  rubber bands\
& slap/
you\
in the face/

Look at me
Look at me

Look at you –
weak knee’d
lily livered
coward of a man
hiding behind my emotions

wily wood snake

sizing up rats &
other small
rodents

watching

waiting

manipulating

/

that damn sewer
rat never
had a
chance.

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Stream of Tag

Anger
BLUE
Children
Christmas
DEATH
Demeter
Dogs

edited by Miriam Barr

Feijoa wine
Fire
Fools
GOD
Goddess
Grandparents
GREEN
Gustav Klimt
Hades
HEART
Infidelity
J
K
Libido
LOVE
Marriage
MEMORIES
Money
N
O
Pain
Persephone
Pink
POEMS

Poetry from the Fringe

Prostitution
Q
RED
Red lights
Rhiannon
Separation

Side Stream

Summer
the Kiss
Toxic shame
U
Virginity
Winter
X
YELLOW
Youth
Z

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Fire Interrupted

Room

down to zero
SPARKS ignited,
doused
0 up to three
rekindled over lunch
illuminating walk back to
FLAMES
Put internal FIRE out by
pissing into the wind
3 down to two
sigh

2 back to three
HOT seat sorted
3 up to nine, oxygenated

bright sparks glowing
9 up to ten
a slow trickle

10 + one and 2 = thirteen

13 up to sixteen

HOT-spots dampened
6 bottles of WATER just in case

1 phone switched on
in case of emergencies
“Two laptops! My Giddy Aunt!”
says Ann

The Chief
crew cut neat

ENLIGHTENED

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My Kind of Haiku

A Stone

like my heart

can be polished

You are sleeping

I watch

knowing you are safe

Tears

like screams

run silent

The window

catches the sun

warmly

Red lights reflect

lives of strangers

entwined

I listen

to the sound

of love breathing

I watch

you come and go

I am in awe

© 2007 Jodine Derena Butler.  All Rights Reserved.