‘Twas earl a morn
it zoofed a horn
and hunched the yarrit log,
bereft of sense
...
Somehow we drifted into this wet place
i just couldn't feel any pain
he came and stole her away from me
the green-eyed boy of the rain.
...
The sketch was done when
we were both much younger
friends commented on the uncanny
accuracy i achieved his eyes clear and
...
A Bogong moth
darts out of darkness
to seize fire -
it’s burned away its tarsi,
...