1.
Nowhere the dry women to dry men desirable,
a delirium of lustless, dry red sand
blood flakes from the breasts of hills.
“She is trapped in her air-conditioned tv
radio fridge house children, company-husband.”

2.
The mountains break a visionary delirium
across the dust, of a garden of houses
tracked with quick and regular purposes
for the silent earth: the mountain pieced,
re-assembled into sleek Japanese vehicles.

3.
“…such huge anteworlds of gray twilight.”
Peter dreams of the Perth street directory,
vague as the moon; in delirium he feeds
on women who flick their drifting lashes
and rage him till his fist breaks his dream.

(published in Patterns; Poetry Magazine. Fremantle Arts Centre)