The paradox of life
is sometimes you need...
Laid here is so strange
A place without a door...
In the dark, things grow so old.
With no warmth to be felt...
More valuable life
With more ways to measure...
Wise words
Bedim the cruelty...
Wise words
On naive ears...
Your small sharp intake of breath
The rapid beating of your heart...
I used to call Australia my tangerine dream:
an island I wanted to peel apart...
We are somewhere
between the days before...
Don't do drugs, kids. They make you write away...
In a splintered cell of rhythm-snorting cynics...
We are afraid.
Meaninglessly...
Rather than frightened
Doing nothing...