The image without an image

                            pinned up in the air

      offers up

                    the Ten Thousand Things
but where was your heart when it

                     fell down

                                      here?
never thinking it would fall for the nameless

           unwanted, undesired         ‘things’

     lost by the wayside.
city-skips full of refuse

         obscure songs    expired

                         train-stations     their

               tickets       un-used

     books not yet read           a

                                         child yelling

in the street            crone in the bar

who read your palm –

                               correctly.
Aged monuments      pigeon-strewn

           standing-in              for something

                         other than themselves

lives that have stood up
to time & waste
one after another

             surely         self-

                         shedding.
Sydney, July, 2010