The sadness of self-destruction
that peaks like sand...

How we crave
human kindness...

How like bushfires
the drought is...

No one's
going to call...

Nothing there
to hang...

Did I
really exist...

For such a short
finite...

The cacophony of birds
sounded like...

The images
the ad men love...

Sometimes happy
sometimes sad...

What if
this minute...

My poor dad
was invited...