It looks like a poem at this distance, sure, but it looks like a poem with a bad haircut, given by someone in the midst
Manufactured from a million ill-fitting participles blinking the [abort] light of syntax error overload, I am that demon
I think you’d been drifting away from us, even before you ended up in this sterile hospital bed. But you seem to have caught
I have grieved the growing power, the vanishing grace, the stateless state, of the victims of bombs. I have mourned at the empty hole,
The wind blows North to South, then South to North, then any direction it cares for and we know not from where
My alternative mother kept pace only with Jesus. With a generosity of spirit —unmatched in my life— she adopted me into her family,
Our first real transgression was in the park in the dark, on th… Then later, on the floor while my commitment slept in the next room, snoring quietly
He wanders around his silent home, uneasy one might say, lonely as a… said one cleverer than he. Music, yes, that’s it, music, music and whiskey. No, no not yet.
I have been a long way from home a… I was born in the Royal Hospital… in Randwick, Eastern Sydney but home was in Casula, in its So… I was raised among the smell of ma…
Oh Mother Earth, kiss my cheek wi… you alone belong to yourself while… Preserve us from the evil plans th… puncture your heart and anger your… Oh Mother Earth, keep us at one w…
- The Yobbo-In-Chief is a very ele… a very stable genius is what he sa… that everyone calls him. He can get quite lyrical when he s…
Seattle taught me that there’s val… that hovers in the air like an am… with no substance, playing harmle… on your face and in your hair. Seattle taught me that there’s imm…
The chill in the air has caused th… the lizards to spend their time sl… on a rock that barely warms their… The kangaroos quietly pick at the… and the koalas are more sleepy tha…
Blessèd be the better days and the bitter ones that outline t… In an entirely non-Biblical fashi… blessèd be the bees that buzz and… frantically flitting from flower t…
The morning brings the cockatoos clicking and clattering on the rai… waiting for the morning feed, eyeing off the company, non-human, just birds. Light yellow crowns
