The Bard stopped at Footscray
on the road to Ballarat...
The World is
a handful of colors...
It's here I go to find peace of mind.
Here to escape from earth and time...
bees and pollen
rabbits and head lights...
Until the doctor
pointed at my shadowed scan...
Questions wrapped up
in a chrysalis became...
.
a perfect ideal...
The past has been pressed
within pages, that only unfolds...
The ability to tolerate is lost on me!
It is something I do not know...
They scold us
thinking we are all the same...
Peggy Sue
have you seen...
Sometimes I hoot and holler
And beat upon my chest...