when first we kissed, glinting, swallowed ( Read more... )

in-between the cross fire of movement ( Read more... )

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Playing with the caterpillar that traces life across my brow ( Read more... )

ok, i figured it out the teddy bears picnic is actually a "G8" meeting ( Read more... )

the teddy bears have their picnic ( Read more... )

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yes I am back in brisbane (following maria's introduction from a night of bentness).

its a morning of glazed eyes, instant coffee and a stillness of heat.
church bells juxtaposing crows.
there's an ocean of sounds, drifting.

Hola! Here I am... home. But where is home? Where the crows deflect the leaf-parching heat? Where the laundromats cost 6 dollars..... where the morning is connected to the dusk by a line of beer...? Where the thunderstorms climb the passionfruit vines ( Read more... )

i m getting so worked up and frustrated, feeling wired, shattered, clenching, ahhahahhahhaahhaharaagrgrg ( Read more... )