Sunday 14 October 2012

High Powered Zone

Welcome to this high powered zone called Cape Tribulation.

Certain things will disappear

when your soul emerges here.

Deep hills. Dark shadows beneath the canopy.

Pale tinged leaves seemingly dusted by snow.

Crocodiles at home in the curvy creeks.

Murky mangrove sand on the fringe of this wide brown land,

here green tinged and grand.

Questions arise in my soul like birds coming in to roost as I take in

this new landscape.

My home, the southern ocean land, far from here.

I bid farewell to a lover,

And walk into a new dream...

Weird and wonderful.

Beyond prediction.

Watch the stinging tree.

Behold the fruits of the forest.

Divine the calm of the landscape.

These green cathedrals are your religion.

Welcome newcomer. Cleanse your soul in the rain.

... ______SkyDream

That craving... 
Being in airports... 
Flying in planes... 
Being part of the rippling masses of people coming and going... 
The aftertaste still lingers
My appetite stirs
Memories incomplete
Unfinished
A strange menu

Departures   
Arrivals   
Check-in 
Identification
Passport
Tickets
Security    
Scanning
The rumbling of jet engines in the background 
deep inside the terminals
Ticket counters illuminated in a colourful mosaic 
of glowing airline logos
Caravans of passengers with baggage trailing behind
Security guards, guns in holsters, marching in threes
Luggage trolley buggies with flashing orange lights circling around the planes below

Waiting

Boarding

Then strap in
Rev up
Screaming engines taking to the sky
Up above the clouds you have the opportunity to dream
To reflect
To delve deeper inside 
Or to just sit back in the fantasy of it all
Men and women in strange costumes offer you curiously presented edibles
There are games with pencils
And mysterious paper bags which you can fill 
with whatever you choose


Fitful slumber
Time in limbo

Cruising in the darkness
Slowly dropping away


Cities below brooding and pulsating
Twinkling lights layering the darkness

You descend into the network
Night time game boards laid out with colourful beacons

Coming in to land
Anticipation thick in the air
The moments just before touching down

Disembark
Clustered queues preparing to leave the womb of the silver beast
Urgency fuelled by impatience
We exchange simple words for grounding

Thank you for flying with our carrier
Have a pleasant day/ night/ holiday/ 
business deal/ social engagement/ 
family reunion/ emotional breather/ 
whirlwind affair/ 
revelation/ 
nervous breakdown

Acquaint yourself with a new place 
Seek out the familiar features in an unfamiliar landscape

The fascination or the alienation rising inside you
As you step into a new climate
A new geography
A new concept

Dogs Go Surf

We see the leaping little stocky black dog
Down the steps she goes
He goes ?
Pinky purple collar with cute motifs
Many a dog coming with us to ride the waves
We do not know them
But they certainly like the company
Happily sitting all over my dad's lap
Though might not know them from a bar of soap
Certainly friendly tails wagging
Tongues drooling
Shaggy wet fur dragging arround...
Merely spectating
The hallowed moment
The closing of the holy challis upon the flowing green ribbon
The heavy slamming purchase of double barrel beer can shotguns punctuating the gravel bed vibrations
Descending four wheel drive monsters
The subtle perfume of the coastal heath
Overpowered for a moment
Sinking under twelve tonnes of man stench...
The galvanised iron warriors embark on their glorious sea battle
Man against wave
And every dog for himself

A far-from-usual Day at Sleepy Hollows

Old Sleepy Hollows Retirement Village was a nice place to kick back and take it easy
But there was nothing quite so retiring about old Gerald when he got a bit restless

The cornucopia of pharmaceutical medication provided by the friendly nurses helped the time pass on the slow days,
Even offering some spectacular visions that really spiced things up,

But somehow Gerald wanted something more...

Occasionally over a game of cards in the sitting room Sweet old Esmay Moore's blouse came slightly undone
And revealed her still bountiful curves,
But Viagra was hard to come by
And the chief nurse matron ruled with an iron fist.

What Gerald missed was that shot of adrenaline...

One night watching the television he saw muscular young men riding giant waves on far off tropical islands and it got him thinking.


* * * *

The next morning it was bright and sunny.

After an invigorating jaunt to the park on his gopher Gerald could feel the speed beneath his wheels as he came down the hill back to the village.

The garden features began to rush by faster and faster.

Gerald began to imagine himself on a big blue glassy wave flying down the line over a Hawaiian coral reef.

He hit the entrance ramp with such speed that he became airborne.


He flew towards the front door just missing one of the older retirees as he was ambling out with his walking stick.

Gerald rocketed through the doorway and for a moment he imagined he was a surfing god, screaming through the biggest barrel of his life.

He ploughed into the flower arrangement in the middle of the foyer and came to a crashing halt.

Kowabunga he murmured and fell to the floor, staring at the ceiling with a rapturous grin, then passed out.

Nurse matron Shirley Blackstrap stepped forth, glaring down at him ominously. “Well, no shot of adrenaline for you then old boy!”

Gerald spent the rest of the day recovering.

* * * *

The next day after having had a good rest Gerald was treated to a visit by his enthusiastic and energetic grandson Jared.

Gerald told him all about his wild adventure.

Ohh Grandpa, that sounds hilarious !

You went through the door like it was a wicked barrel!

Haw ! That sounds fully sick !!

Getting shacked in the green room then you got fully nailed !!!

What's that Jared?

A shack? Nails ? Making a shed ?

I don't know what you're talking about !