Bunches of Moon


Multi-hooped plastic flower
igloos of Silvan
In the moonlight catch the
pearl rosebuds
Of the budding moons of
reflection created
In the mirror films of floristry
domes after dome
Where bunched flam flowers
in the polymers cram
Until bunched moon images stretch
and many times repeated
To make a harvest in rows on
rows of pearly moons
A marvel in a chance of beauty
lit trinkets
Ripe for the picked lunacy
of our plastic nights.


11 September 2009 W. D. Knoll

Working For The Loss


Trying to make up the shortfall… from being
wrong, maybe, or small,
Who looks deep enough at the ontology
Of it all?

So look! As knowledge of belief in mystery
decreases
Belief in bureaucracy
Is increased!

As if data, as in the facts,
Stated awry
could replace that
old story.

But, as belief in the numinous
Deceases,
And, mankind must be his own buck-stop,
He panics…

Unable to cope, the increasing anxiety attack
is a bout…
A salvo of doubt x doubt, born in secret
as self doubt.

Wanting to get it just so so right, as if just
One more research,
As if just another increment of knowledge
could replace real church.

As if a Will to knowledge could answer for the loss,
the Government towers, towers…
and Canberra bureaucrats are made to work by such a boss,
for long, for longer hours.

© Wayne David Knoll - 12th January 2009