Ode to the man who once learned to weep,
Ode to the winter, the shepherd and his sheep...
Is it all about ennui
keeping boredom at bay...
You always had me
scratching at the dirt...
When I first laid a bite, I saw black and white;
a bunch of bright stars. What a delight...
I wasn't born
in Ballarat...
my week has been a raining day so far
with winds semi-calm and clouds as grey...
I got stuck one day
with my shoe lodged...
Inspired places
no sad faces...
All travel may carry its dangers
whether driving the Mid-East...
There are many things
that I want to say...
In darkness,
without any words...
I like watching the sky combust
into constellations of flocking...