Thursday, 29 January 2026

Table

 


TABLE

 

A Fable of the Table

 

The table is a twinkle in a very stable desktopper’s retina

only needing a start-up from a capable enabler.

 

The table stands up to scrutiny in a beta beat-up form

nothing a few squeaks and tweaks won’t upgrade.

 

The table is unlike any other project worth the name

or attachments, please patent the table as soon as able.

 

The table manual is load-bearing and world-beating a babel

read the small print before signing where X marks the spot.

 

The table is a by-word amongst the many alpha competitors

with most distraction coming from the wheel.

 

The table demands more science than the wheel, we feel

user-friendly, flexible and next generation.

 

The table is global sits comfortably in any room

kneels outdoors unfolds or expands in any climate.

 

The table, true, can be addictive though not as much as the wheel

still until they cut cables undersea watch the markets.

 

The table, users find they can keep working there for years

simply wondering why they didn’t think of it first.

 

The table now so everyday no one even notices how

it casts metaphorical shadows and fresh aspersions.

 

The table, its stable of innovators champing at the bit,

takes everyone on the ride of their lives.

 

The table asks what did you do before me

with blank amazement, for which it’s become renowned.

 

The table. Tell us how you rate the experience:

square, upright, extensive, inter-active, confusing, not my bag.

 

The table is disabled, is the simple message sampled

write via login to your op bot for further information.

 

The table on wheels is the latest fusion innovation

live the illusion, test the label, take it for a spin.

 

The table, very possibly, undergoes a takeover

now all eyes are on the syllable-dripping pen.

 

The table must adapt to the stylish stone stylus

or simply collapse under its own weight.

 

 

Saturday, 24 January 2026

Off

 


Off and running through childhood backyard freestyle

having a ball off to a good start small steps the ball aloft.

 

Off you go to classrooms of uncushioned facts in the running

playing fields of bruises, talk of tumble and rough.

 

Off peak is the ordinary time to potter in the shed, shed fear

run the gauntlet of Anyswhereville life’s living proof, prof.

 

Off the wall the art, learning through early years or late

each peachy shape of creation studied, in spoken awe of.

 

Off your face with all unsigned designs of the unseen Author

who lights up all change forever more than enough.

 

Off and on your loves, more in common than with just anyone

but they why do they do that not this, you question and cough.

 

Off again on again likewise the lawful choices of work

teaching or trade, bohemia or business, silence or scoff.

 

Off the charts the cities that city’s contain, untold streams

dreams of them if you will and dream upon oft.

 

Off Broadway are friends their song, discovery trial and error

duets a lifetime, others the singing the notes pitch feel all off.

 

Off like a bride’s nightie on the search for domestic harmony

such overwork as deserves rest and a toast you may quaff.

 

Off-hand the ways of the wayward world wanting

off grid then on bend or vista, lonely scrub, sudden trough.

 

Off limits are the places visited because they’re there

limits learnt the hard way, the same way the highway the tough.


Off work with ailments muddle loss, troubles typical make for

scripts for painless, windows to stare, holidays to waft.

 

Off the deep end the great perhaps there no more thinking

where’s no on-off switch nor office of off, since cast-off.

 

Off the record thoughts pass days the minutes cannot track

while diarists catch tense seconds, someone from Chekhov.  

 

Off the planet is strictly for the nerds floating in tin cans

home is feet of terra firma, eyes with surprise, hand in glove.

 

Off-setting and with hmmm yes good idea the phone off

notice your mind find peace and air on the face is soft. 

 

Monday, 19 January 2026

Lorikeet


Lorikeet and more lorikeets shrill sudden the air density

no pardons above garden paths in suburban settings

 

no hide, all seek you sleek swoop seconds dive peak

cheeky-coloured beak all speak no lies seven days a week

 

clambering through the eucalyptus your due

sizing seizing sipping the flowery fantastical intake.

 

Throat open, paragraphs of shower telegraph to gain

in numbers a chirrup scale pumped to maximum pitch

 

whistles warbles rants chit-chat an entire symposium

fully disposed as you are to frilled offshoots of the territory.

 

Machines produce everything humans can’t use

while you, blue bird, have everything you need.

 

Oceans offering up droplets gliding the chequered regions

and earth, miles of foliage, find a foremost feeding frenzy.

 

You are an advertisement for here now and where next,

an opportunity rocking the treetop storeys transitory. 

 

Headturn dayspring, clawgrip thinbark, fantail upswing,

shiver feathers, swallow sweetness, upwards amble.  

 

Memories of young larrikins in worn footy jumpers

weaving in side streets resemble you, yellow bird.

 

Why you hang in the sky to take a screamer, zigzag

through a pack for the cherry, scout on a wing for the crumbs.

 

Leaf light thread fleck spray spool bounce bend bite drink

pod spill swift glance gaze curve flick gloss knot tip

 

lithographs can’t do it nor installations, however real;

French composers render fiddly moderniste imitations

 

while words in such odes as exist address you, red bird,

falteringly in lines that make pretence at being faultless.

 

Touch and go is your arrival and departure mode:

waiting, your occasional swagger way out of reach.

 

Repeat and more repeats are the hard sweet shrieks

remembered as your pennants burst landwards skyward   

 

people walking around hands jokingly to their ears

what stupendous noise, then you’re gone again, green bird.