The Poems of David Garlick
The buzinezz of beez iz flying and zooming. Guzzling nectar, pollinating fruit treez. Darting and hovering round bloomz in the garden, backwardz and forwardz and sidewayz as well. Pollen on hairy legz and fuzzy abdomen, feelerz that tickle a flowerz insidez. Dancing the wax framez, to tell their fellowz where bright bloomz are waiting […]
To all of you who thought of me a lying on my back. In a quiet hospital laid low, with a stupid heart attack. A very grateful “Thank you” from the bottom of my heart. Which is okay the doctors say. the fault’s in the top part. David Garlick, Victoria, May 1986
He sat, dark, on low stone steps; buried in black shadow, unmoving. Only his staring, blank eyes gathered light thrown by glinting, gaudy gifts. The blare of music did not jar his ears. He was as a “black hole” on a step in a market full of noise and laughter; soaking up what was […]
I sometimes wonder if you understand me, when I say that I love you? But then I wonder if I understand you when you purr and gently lick my chin. Perhaps I do and it makes me glad. David Garlick, Sidney, January 2004