Melbourne,Australia
In
I’ve been in
Looking at the same decor
A chair loses it’s lusture
When purchased in dozens
Wires
Hang from everything
Trash can is always in the same place
But I don’t have to look in the mirror
If I don’t want to
It hurts more than what’s behind
Curtain number one
So far in
When I’m smaller than dust
Only then did I come out
Neuro-peptide waves cast words on the sand,
This paper,from local shores
From the other side of the line of reason
No outer credit without inner credit
This time
Between the lines,pixels,cracks,dendrites
Lies questions that stop questions
No need for answers
When bathed in the light of perspective
A need for picnics,beaches,blazing sun, shameless hours,smiles