I have this set of clubs, bought off an old fella,
 but no fucker wants to play with me. 
 Few said they would, even gave my number,
 see them playing in their smug happy twosomes 
 and moresums. They never see me, ponce by 
 without even a wave. Must be my threads, or maybe
 I need couple of those Michael Jackson gloves,
 or my swing is too spastic. Whatever, 
 somethings up with them lot.
 I should join the bowling club with the old timers, 
 bet they’re a jolly friendly bunch, 
 won’t be long before I end up there anyhow. 
 Failing that there is the local church, 
 surely the do-gooders will talk to anyone, 
 even if it is that religious stuff, 
 gotta be better than this loser existence.
 I whack this little sucker around hoping for bit of  
 of company, or a sniff of being included, 
 or even a friggin hello from one of the hobnobs. 
 Nope, just this unruly little bugger going all over 
 the place, in bushes and all. Can’t be fucked 
 looking in there, just get another out and bang 
 the brains out of that. Same shit different shot, 
 jars my body like nobody’s business. 
 What do people see in this game anyway? It’s like 
 torturing the tormented, and they sting you for it.   
 A ‘Tiger’ wannabe struts over and asks if I want to 
 join them … I say nah, I’m just having a bash matey. 

 I – Travel Plans
  
 Simmering tub, ballooning bubbles 
 into the black, laden with passengers 
 of buoyant dreams. Beaming theatrics 
 igniting polarised tundra, luminate  
 wispy plumes aloft a wooded nest,  
 fleck amidst frosted frontiers, evergreen 
 scents swirling steamed fusions, heady 
 highlights reel in advance screen.  
 Twigged pack jingles merrily, urged along 
 by restless anticipation
  
 II – Travels 
  
 Weaving amidst a blackened sea, robotic 
 heads automated beneath radiation
 from neon showers. Gadget charged,
 bag or attaché, oblivious to blaring babble,
 frenetic beats, a discotheque stuck 
 in groove. Aromas sizzling alleyways, 
 swarming round ramen counters. 
 Metropolis screams! pulsing without blip, 
 Sending senses to steroidal overload, 
 a humbling bow signifies vacation refuge 
  
 III – Travel Dreams
  
 Inside a jungled labyrinth, it is day and night,  
 the rustle gobbles at scampering heels led 
 to an abrupt precipice, dizzy suspension
 in disrepair, hung above gushing death. 
 A restless turn, planks tumble like hurdles 
 from a rogue runner. Leaping lion’s lunge 
 missing its prey, bungeed downwards
 to devouring depths, old foe surfaces smiling,
 the oared saviour? A deafening crescendo 
 looms lethally, a barrelled daredevil 
 forever in free fall brings dripping relief
  
 IV - Travel Memories
  
 Landing soft, on ridge blown plains, stippled  
 with no bounds. Fond fronded reflections 
 revived in a soothing spring, as wanderers 
 caravan over moistureless mounds. 
 Ancient memories entombed in the valley’s             
 deaths, like treasured artefacts wrapped,
 and preserved for ensuing breaths. 
 Faded scenes, timeworn like a shrinking 
 mirage - now just deciphering a dusted 
 Hieroglyphics collage. 
  
 Eternally circling the lost passages 
 without scout, round a new corner 
 a way to the start, the map out.   

 I stand humbly small, minnowed by titanic blue
 Lord admiral of the globe, its infinite horizons
 Expose my searching soul, stripped primally bare
 Navigating choppy passage, swirling overboard 
 Despairing depths, their haunted hollers surface
 Life’s frenzied sharks, devouring and tossing
 A pummelled corpse, awash on desolate shores 
  
 Bottled messages bob about, rafts of drifted hope   
 Currents can prevail, to rid this wretched rigging 
 Marooned, masted without cloth. Ancient beloved 
 Sail by, ghosts of weathered mariners, buoyant
 With their presence. Swimming amidst an abundance 
 Of reviving ions, breakers of burden rolling in, 
 I ride the surging seventh, surfing like superman
   

From distant shores traversing
The gigantic blue
Diggers rush forth feverishly
Risking limb and life
To unforgiving deserts disguising
Their glowing seams
Pursuing foolish fortunes
upon fresh frontiers
Hunkered amongst outlaw
Lust and squalor
Searing furnace, frostbite chiller
This baron wasteland
Relentless blasting, disregard
To earth and hour
As machinery marvels pound
and stamp their rhythms
Pleading to towering faces
To surrender treasures
The pickings much leaner now
Unstriking skeletons claim
Abandoned for new dreams afar
This scarred plundered land

I shield from the relentless hell
Reaching out, grasp fear tight
A safe cocoon, a padded cell
 
Pawns of you, the veiled infidel
Unaware, inflict your snakebite
I shield from the relentless hell
 
Screaming hurt with silent yell
Waves crippling past midnight           
A safer cocoon or padded cell
 
Tossed on nightmare carousel
Squeezing soft eases plight
Shielding your relentless hell
 
Snug contours fuse steel shell
Forging slumber towards light            
A safe cocoon, my padded cell
 
Now fortressed high in a citadel
Your blinded cult far from sight
I’m shielded from relentless hell
Safely cocooned in a padded cell

Entombed in this place, they call a Rest Home?
Is it because the rest of the family had enough
Or the rest of the folk are dribbling half dead too.
Think it’s the rest of your days are incarceration
Sucking the rest of your little left life out of you.
Maybe it’s the rest of the world no longer exists 
Or the rest of your friends have passed through.

Old Fred just had a seizure, I’m having one too  
So won’t be hanging here just to go up the flue

Rest In Peace

Fled hustling bustle of city streets
Hooting tooting, coughs and splutters
Scrapers looming, suburbia heaving
Swerving trash spewed from gutters

Now parked up in paradise, exhausted
Guzzling gallons, a panoramic feast
Inhaling only freshest of alpine luft
A clunked out motor needing grease

Recharged, cylinders ignite, cloud of life
Ferrying four leg friends paddocks wide
Delivering their daily fuel to earth’s table
Awaken! forever still, a playground ride

They’ve left home, father and brother
Earlier than expected, grabbing my cap
Dew brushes limbs, an overgrown track
 
Soft sanded soles, dance drifted dunes
They breeze toward, lean abled faces
Ocean pours in, filling empty embraces
 
Our pacing imprints, sail trodden shores
Reflections swirl song, surfer shreds glass
Tide turning retreat, gulls swooping past
 
Parting waves ashen, mist hidden swells
Sculptured last looks, portraits to take
Continue my day, now forgotten ache
 

Desolate dusty void until my fair maiden
Floated into my dreams from valleys beyond
Milky snow coating this heart, so deeply fond
Hypnotic heavenly shine, prancing radiant glows
Midnight shadows entangle, true love grows

Come lope with me, lope with me

Frolicking amidst lusty woods, dances and weaves
Serenading the enchantress, a bed of leaves
Gently strum animated notes, imagining three
Gallop a thousand furlongs to nuzzle thee

Come lope with me, lope with me
Come elope with me, elope with me