The Bard stopped at Footscray
on the road to Ballarat...

It's the truest cliche
and the cruellest...

He lives
on lies...

On mortality's
rainbow...

I'm on a diet
of happy pills...

The brooding bird
trusts me...

The twisted logic
of the megalomaniac...

Our island paradise
nestled in the arms...

I was
a boy...

My mother
didn't have a word...

In the land
of Evermore...

Alive
watching the dew...