My father's house
of as many rooms...

As much at home
on his horse...

I can't find
what I want...

I'm full of jokes
some are good...

I wither
on the vine...

Our island paradise
nestled in the arms...

The twisted logic
of the megalomaniac...

The back beaches
where fibro shacks...

We have it
on Earth...

In our psychi
Gallipoli...

Sometimes
I dwell...

Inspired places
no sad faces...