It was the only swing in the park… as you swang on it, iron rasping angrily against iron. This one felt the edge, the seat vibrating slightly as you…

When all cruelty has been done to the homeless, the weak, and pri… being bused to their deaths, when every vulgar display of power has exhausted itself in fury,

Mobilised from Puckapunyal one su… The walking dead and maimed do not… In sharp lines of saluting slouch… Just march away clean chinned and… No thoughts here of smokes hanging…

I think I was seventeen when I fi… ran across you, a compact young ma… that adjudicated a debate I was in… The second time was in the church… readying to go away for the weeken…

The last night train is a silver a… on the bridge, flickering in the l… of the city then disappearing into the suburbs, the countryside, rocking and rattling up the mounta…

Would I be handsome in baggy red… and red and blue makeup? Would I be more, if I were to be… except for the blowing of a horn? Would I be understood better usin…

There is solace in the bush, among… there is redemption laying on the… by the river as the troubles flow… There is peace to be found in the… of the mountains to the West.

I saw that last picture of you, st… the infamous bunker. It was a blur… that seemed right for the moment,… it seemed now pointless and old, a… You looked over the wreckage broug…

Sleep hovers over me, lingering at the ceiling with dark whispers. I reach out with my mind, my restless body

Long since, a matter of mere weeks… I had turned my back on the satties with pills or bush,

I dream of Washington or a place… I dream of a place where the sun i… and the rain is sweet, where the w… of the trees is old and guarded, t… the floor of heaven.

When I saw your body cold I was cold with you. When you left I sought my own kind and found none

When my imagination moves off it seems incredible, astounding, like a church that walks away, a holy place that plays hide-n-see… a blank canvas with a paint resist…

My old mate wears a tuxedo, or so they say, and he speaks in a voice so small that’s smaller than the mice he never hunts