proud aussie
poems


at first we sleep

in a brick yard

in this garden

spring never came this year

we met down at the kiosk

flowers tuck in their beds to

I thought I could write

songs of the anarchist


on sun moon stars earth

the speed

the speed2

to any woman

portrait of one

bit's and pieces

the lost

progress

I began without a mind

portrait of man


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