go back to bed at least
and stay in it; it is a
sanctuary for feelings
fleeing consequence
...
it is not the way you planned
to begin; an admission before
positing this solemn submission
seems less a canny route
...
Again rejoice, the golden
voice of godlike Barnaby
begets a view of National
spew reserved and
...
He goes on-stage to play
a role with histrionics
script-sustained in sneezing
misery he views
...
if they’re yours
balls in a garlic press
imply something recondite
and untenable
...
Besides dreary politics
the functioning of law
conspires to weary me
although I’m neither pro
...
I am centre of the Universe.
Let me explain; that is me,
a separate, unique entity.
...
It’s been a year, a mood that
never leaves is hid between
the moments when I think of
you with clarity and those
...
Morning cock-crow mingles with
a dingo’s trenchant wail; dawn in
breaking yawns and fakes a
clumsy smile as puffs of dirty
...