Someone should tell
the red wattlebirds...

Sweep away
maudlin vibes...

The wild blackbird
had a huge wound...

I wish
I had been born...

Sometimes
you need...

From a migrant
schoolboy...

It's hard
being true...

A sometime nostalgia
to do as of old...

Nearly everything ends up
in a flea market...

How does a conundrum
begin or end...

Interminable
obsessions...

Something sick
spewing such images...