ETERNAL SWEET TIMES

ETERNAL SWEET TIMES

Tuesday, July 31, 2012


I want to take a picture but I'm feeling too lazy to get up
and walk back to Ivan's shack for my camera
the late arvo sun is shining on me
my hand and pen cast magical shadows across the page
the ocean is so loud it creates a soundtrack
for the muffled music playing from my headphones
which sit on the blanket on the ground beside me
Pepper is grazing amongst the shrubs in the sand dunes
off bobbing on the brink of the horizon is a dark speck
which occasionally lights up as it collides with sun and ocean
my brother and his mates are trying to bring home a trophy dhufish.

The sun still shines on me, the shadows continue to dance across the page as the swell from the outer reef drops off
and picks up again just off shore
Pepper just pressed her wet nose against my arm and I take another sip of beer as the ocean serenades Bob Dylan

Sunday, July 8, 2012

sand dunes, bicycles, sunset

Desert Psychedelic- Jimmy Pike
           Fremantle Prison ^

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

i just wanna survive
i don't wanna read the recipes
and follow instructions

- jim holyoak
1.22am

Sunday, June 24, 2012

take me down to your dance floor



today i thought about sharks
the aqua mixing with foam engulfed me
i caught one for jay
the water was so salty
my skin tingled
we were up to our elbows in sand
dennis hopper was our saviour
he told me there were only a couple of sharks out today
just some tigers and the little reefies
they'll just give you 
a friendly nip
the sun was about to set
as we rolled on
through
the dunes

Sunday, June 10, 2012

this picture/picture this

today/yesterday/the other day
its the 10 year storm and its time for a dip/
dolphins are breaching 
a few feet away
across the horizon/
the sun is setting
the full moon is rising
i am sitting on my board
looking forward
and backward
forward
and
backward

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Sunday, May 6, 2012

free spiritedness/epic full moon tonight




the closest thing to moving is the closest thing to being free
-for georgia

the flags are down
the dirt flies
the landscape moves 
away she rides

kicking up dust
moving along
the freedom rider rolls
rolls along

the campfire smoke
thick in the air
the sound of an open throttle
is heavy on her soul

the closest thing
to moving
is the closest thing 
to being free