Dear ardent and passionate readership, today ‘Poetry Sunday’ is re- released. 

It’s a NEW LOOK Poetry Sunday!

Gone are all the cobwebs, the weight of tradition and the sad flip flop of poets crushed by the human conditioner, Harpic Flush-matic and Hospital grade Domestos.

This new look, bold, brave, audacious Poetry Sunday comes supercharged, at WARP SPEED!

With approvals from our Home Affairs Minister, (the Gau-leiter of Brisbane Peter Dutton), the Peoples’ Daily and Lord Rupert of Murdoch. This new epoch,  the new shiny-new, anodyne, aerodyne Poetry Sunday arrives on your breakfast plate, boiled, fried, poached or scrambled, as pre- prepared  food for the Soul! It’s lightness of touch will go down easy with your sizzling bacon or chips, and (taken in responsible doses) do wonders for your love life, your self esteem and make you walk with the lightness of step that comes with an inner glow that self knowledge is its own reward. 

So settle back for the poerty of Geoff Boyes. 

Next weeks edition will include a brief bio of Geoff. But in the great tradition of Aussie literature we present him just as he is,   enigmatic, impassive, impenetrable and unfathomable and deeply antipodean.

And for those suffering Sunday morning hangovers, a talisman of “Things to Come”!

So take it away Geoff…

TEN DOLLAR BOTTLE

“Pub Scene’, Lithograph. Sir Geoffrey Boyes the Elder,(1872-1935) R.A, RWEA, OBE.

Ten Dollar Bottle of Forget © Geoff Boyes

Think I’ll buy a bottle,

As cheap as I can get

Thoughts of you drift in and out

Of ten dollars’ worth of forget.

Drown out the memories,

Cast aside my old doubts

Lose it all in a bottle

Ten dollars’ worth of wiped out.

Then tomorrow, you’ll be forgotten,

Lost in hangovers sweet remorse

But when your face I see again,

Another ten dollar bottle, of course.