Stepping through this imagination with a pouring red eye
I locate the limpid history of time telling a watch where to go
And it cannot make any logic unveil itself prostate before you.
This can only be distressing, but in a familiar way, like an ache
Only you can identify which can only be mine over and over
Again we mix up what we thought to be clear with what is muddy.
You cower low to the ground with a blindfold hiding the forthright
Our behavior betrays to the casual observers on this tram
South Yarra bound. Probably, they will not react well to your screams.
Nor is it likely that my face, now in two parts, at least last time in the mirror,
Will invite an invitation to some classy part of town, completely new,
Unpolluted by the stained river that runs by like liquid rust.
Horror be the twenty year-old children fleeing a Chinese embassy
And escaping into a mind that is more amusing that it really is.
Toorak is ours. It will always be. Or at least, Toorak is you and I to me.
ReplyDeleteI'll see you soon my love. This is fantastic by the way.. your talent is only exceeded by your ability to drink. A beautiful symbiosis, don't you think?
By the way, I will send you some stuff that I've been working on. You can tell me how pretentious I am and how I've wasted a HECS debt on words like 'Symbiosis'.
By the way, did I mention this was fantastic.
Soon, my White Knite.
Love