rob walker lives in the hills overlooking Adelaide, South Australia where he writes words and music for "self-expression and therapy" when not teaching music-drama at a government school. About 70 of his works have been published in ezines including Numbat, IndieJournal, Comrades, NZpoets, Atomic Petals, Ariga, Limestone, Sidereality & Poets4Peace, in print in Comrades Journal, UNO anthology & Curious Record and performs regularly at Adelaide's Friendly Street Poets. rob has also composed and played on 2 Cds on the <positivespin.com.au> label.
He has a small bald patch and plans to make a cup of coffee "in the near future."
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close shave
each morning. same mirror.
Reflecting.
excising facial hair and memories
sometimes too close
for comfort
an embarrassment of intimacy
eyes reflecting
eyes
you change. confident,
retreated. accomplished, defeated
one day you blink and
thirty years pass
rob walker
© 2003
Moths
go about their work
stoically in grey suits
or grimy blue overalls
pollinating flowers
feed birds and frogs
need fur coats for warmth
working the graveyard shift
Butterflies are showy socialites
sipping nectar at
A-list cocktail parties
all show. no substance.
superficial in their beauty
mwah-mwahing insincere air kisses
to the Beautiful Pupae.
Moths are the working class
waiting for the revolution
rob walker
© 2003
