Early morning changes my colour,
Weakens my magnet for you to escape into sleep
I asked the girl in the corridor if she was a
Morning bird, she smiled then floated into the
So easy for her
Does she know of her boyfriends addiction?
The sea has tempted me from Europe
I can't abide by words; they are forever changing,
Working towards a plot for some insane script.
The funeral of a small town
Don't send flowers
Donate them to guilt
Innocence once held power
Now, not even a memory can realise the coup.
Her eyes ...
I wish I could run back to be branches in the sky
where gums offered teeth.
Everyone is naked in the seasons so I terminate my eyes.
The echo of infancy delivers me to limbo;
the theatre of adulthood
Memories: the faces of anticipation.