Posted in The Twelve Pack

This Time

It was the age of Aquarius
women could and were doing anything
and to blame for nothing
that was men’s doing.
In this case each was partly to blame
she for leading,
me for following.
Melanie from tutorial group
attractive, intelligent, and according to the bush telegraph, single.
Did I want to go to the protest march with her?
Did I what!!!
Mobs –
like atoms –
orbits and nucleus,
common sense would have advised an early exit
self-preservation, before it was too late –
an 18-year-old has neither.

The police had had enough
were in no mood for kid gloves
At the station the processing officers were grim, severe
and pessimistic –
you’ve wasted police time and resources –
court tomorrow – with the strongest charge we can bring
We were all scared shitless
until the duty commander arrived and said,
“ you realise you’ve fucked up my afternoon nap.”



Most of my life has been spent on the bench, occasionally called into the game by extravagance or attenuation. Waiting has turned a loner into a recorder - nondescript and inconsequential, more not noticed than overlooked - the non-vantage point of children not yet considered old enough to understand. Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry is a lifetime of picking anecdotes up and not throwing them away. Stories collected like odds and ends placed in a box in the basement, the garage, the garden shed - uncertain as to what their use might be but knowing that one day there might be one.