I do not wish to hurt you!
Yet I want to see you weep...
I sloughed you off
like a snake...
I go to a place where
dreams criss cross...
I'll Return to Mother Earth
toil my hands within her roots...
Ask me to be silent
and I will...
Van Gogh is in Melbourne
so here I am finding myself...
Our home is decadent in
peeling plaster...
I'm sitting on my bed tonight,
studiously pressing orange play-dough...
Music, birds
death and life...
I never realised I was desolate
Never thought I felt alone...
Dear reader,
My tongue has...
I like the strange silence
that engulfs you in the middle of the night...