We sit here in silence
watching the crows fly high...

A train ride home from the city calls on many...
Sydney is a big place and too busy for dreams...

"Come all, come here, I've something to...
The night bird sings by the fair gates of hell...

Would time remember me
if I stood right by the horizon...

I picked it up from the ground as she jogged by;
it fell from the pocket of a hoodie tied around...

Beneath the sun lay blackened crows,
the only shade in sight...

Dedicated to my dear friend Sandra, who has fallen...

I ask you to bare witness to the things I have...
To the atrocities and foulness committed...

Give an inch, take a mile,
deceived by lowly banter...

Gaze upon the starry sky.
Find me a reason to pass you by...

Five "Tea"s do I count,
but "Coffee"s only three...

Dreaming
Look away...